if the wind had blown my way,
i'd be smiling every day.
if the four-leaf clovers grew 'round my feet,
perhaps i'd not be evaded by sleep.
if the sun were to shine on my face,
i'd know i was in the right place.
there is no wind.
the ground is bare.
and all i see are clouds
– but the sun must be there.
About the Creator
Stephanie Hilton
Hello! I'm Stephanie. I am 24 years old, and I've been writing various types of poetry since I was seven years old. I hope you enjoy my poems <3
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