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A Wish.

Written: 11 July 2002
Entry: 51 / 51
Source: Original page

Poem 22 lines

Oh! On a fine summer's eve,

I wish I could leave,

This world full of strife,

And lead a joyous life,

Out o'er the dale,

Down in the vale,

Untouched by worry,

With no more hurry.

I wish I could forget,

The world that is a net,

And lead a life freed,

From the world's hasty speed.

I wish I could clear,

Our life's blind fog,

Then I would see,

The sunset o'er the sea,

The stars in the sky,and

The birds that fly by.

I wish that on fine summer eves,

I could sit beneath the eaves,

And read books on mystery,

Till the end of history.