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I See Wishes
I See a Wish
Springtime comes,
With bountiful fields,
With flowering meadows,
With joyful animals.
Springtime comes,
With suffacating thorns,
With ferocious storms,
With surrounding weeds.
No! Do not think that way!
The thorns protect,
The storms nournish,
And I do not see weeds,
I see wishes.
i just loved it
really well written i loved it alot very moving lol
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Lovely poem, Lizzie!!
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Thanks Jenny!