Wishes in the wind,
by Maria Christodoulou
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There was once a child who used to stand on the balcony and speak to the wind. They didn’t know if anyone was listening, but every time they made a wish, the wind blew a little harder.
“Let me be brave”.
The wind brought a bird; it landed near them, without fear.
“Let mom laugh more”.
The next day, she was singing in the kitchen for no reason at all.
“Let me not fear the dark”.
A tiny glimmer appeared beside their pillow—not light, but something like a presence.
They grew up, forgot how to wish. The days became dense, silent.
But one night, amidst the weariness, they simply said:
“Let some light blow”.
And it blew.
From within.
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