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Dream as you hope,
and cry as you cope.
A blue moon on its season,
you hold on for a reason.
What if? What if?
You ask in belief.
One day, all may turn your way,
as fortune will choose to stay.
A shining star,
it may seem so far.
Hence, a falling star, there is.
You can stumble at a piece.
Wish as you dream,
savor it like a cream.
The road ahead – one question.
A gift? An expectation.
(c) Phoenix Montoya @ February 7, 2012
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