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A GOOD-NIGHT WISH!

Good-nights are bad and forever be! For wishing someone a Good-night somewhat means end of the conversation for that day... And it sounds really really bad to me, when the person on the other end is longed to be talked to!

I plucked a flower
And was counting fine.
Petals were eleven
But i stopped at nine!

When two were left
I glued my stare.
Petals on the floor
Which once were there?

I plucked one more
And only one was left.
Seeing its bareness
My heart and soul wept.

What once was a flower?
Is now scattered.
But it was very pretty
Does that matter?

These were random
Moody thoughts you see.
I never pluck flowers
In them I see me.

I told you goodnights
Are bad and will forever be.
But wishing you a wish
Is a wish, and always be!

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  1. This is another well-written poem. I'm happy I found another inspiring poet. Well done!

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  2. Thank you so much! Means a lot coming from you...

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