On the cusp of tomorrow

I’m at the edge of a cliff hoping the

Universe will grant me the ultimate wish.

The whispering winds speak softly and

caress my skin as tears flow down my cheeks

and my curls dance in the highland breeze.

With stars shooting across the sky,

I hear the waves crashing while

I sit with arms open—ready to receive

what I’ve been waiting for all my life.

On the cusp of tomorrow as

the tides roll in with nothing else to do but

lay in a field of well-wishes and hopeful dreams.

Will it be luck or

what Destiny’s planned when that

wish of mine falls into my hands?

Andreana xo

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