There lies my wish

There lies my wish,
under my pillow
resting and hoping
for santa to bestow,
wrapped in a paper
beautiful it looks
carrying my dream
sealing its hooks.

When lights came back
healed was my heart
and drained was my pain
Stood there was you,
with basket of warmth
and kettle of care,
nurturing a bush.
Closely when i looked
beneath the twigs
There lay my wish
which rested my pillow.

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