Rising Idea






Certain ideas are coming to a rise,  
Letting me know that I am close to the prize.  
For every wish upon a star,  
I dance and twist on the bar.  

To my genie fulfilling all my wishes,  
Firstly, hear my grateful view and receive my kisses.  
Each thought brings me nearer to my dreams,  
Guided by the light, or so it seems.

In this journey of hope and loving light,  
I embrace the magic, shining bright.  
With gratitude, I take each step with cheer,  
Knowing the prize is drawing near.













 

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