May your dreams come true

I haven't written anything new in over a year... even though I have hundreds of snippets of lines in my head that could be turned into a successful rhyming poem. If I can still “squeeze” a regular post and it comes out okay, then the “squeezed” poem turns into what appears at the very beginning of the post.

I wish I was in a fairy tale,
Redecorate the sky.
To babble in the streams
And to go public
All your desires
Thoughts and dreams
To make them come true
That we may love ...

I flipped through the notes where I once sketched quatrains, and there are more than a few of them, as it turns out. Among others, there are, in my opinion, complete thoughts. I will publish one of them, although there is a possibility that I have done it before... if so, I apologize.

Unfortunately, we hardly know each other.
But may your life sparkle with desire.
May these or those dreams come true,
And you will remain beautiful forever.

Let there be spring in your heart for a long time,
Let there be clouds, islands, miracles.
Let there be warmth and comfort at home,
May you be loved and waited for endlessly.

Ilya Anisimov

Any poem is an inner emotional experience. That muse who gives you the opportunity to express them on paper more often than not has a specific name... Perhaps that name will now remain only in your memory. Experiences are hammered out in poems, thoughts and anxieties... inputs of past events, pain and longing. Is this the “muse”? Or does she have a different mood and face after all? Perhaps this poem was written for someone specific or someone specific was the muse, I will no longer remember, as it was written over a year ago...without a filler denoting successful publication.

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