I wish I were the purple, without which the rainbow won’t be complete…
I wish I were the old black scarf round your neck, to keep you warm at day and night…
I wish I were a scented stick burnt in a Buddhist temple at prayer time…
I wish I were the drums that bring people together before the battle…
I wish I were a snowflake starting my journey towards the Earth…
I wish I were the lullaby mothers sing to their treasures from times immortal…
I wish I were this morning’s coffee flavour …
[to be continued]
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