Sunday word hunter,  To beloved ones

I’ll be barking to luck

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I’ll be barking to luck,

Until she sends you back alone.

I’ll be looking at the sky at night,

Then wish to bling bling stars,

their dust made up a trail path.

I’ll be asking to the sun, the moon and planets,

one place for me to arrive.

I’ll be friendly and loyal;

whatever takes you in a trap of mine.

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