Hanging Desires
Through the night sky,
Trailing in circles,
The balls fall,
One, two and three.
Gold, blue and lime.
All genuine treasures,
Lying by my feet.

All within reach.
But I turn,
Accepting none.

Hopping across the spring trail,
I see them waiting,
Holding out their hands,
But I can't accept.
Not now, I was told.

Reaching home,
I find packages for me.
Not what I wanted.
Not what I had asked.
But I indulge.
Every last one.

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Written By Nishanthi Siva!
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