88
If I saw eighty-eight million stars,
I would wish to laugh with you forever.
If I had eighty-eight zillion time machines,
I would relive the moments when we would walk alone in the woods
over and over;
talking, teasing, listening to music.
Being around you is such magic.
(c)Lena Holdman, all rights reserved 2017
Poet Notes: This little, random poem that popped in my head today is about someone who makes me happy. 💜💚 I won’t say who. I want to give y’all some sense of mystery. 😉 Btw, the number 88 has no deep meaning, just my favorite number, lol! 😜
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