11:11.
No time to loose,
It’s 11:11,
We’ve each got a minute,
To wish for our own heaven.
Just 60 seconds,
To wish for it all,
Each holding a moment,
To either rise or fall.
About twenty breaths,
To paint this sheet,
We’ve got the resources,
Here dreams do meet.
No time to waste,
Its 11:11,
Rather than just one,
I wish for seven.
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