Magical Land,
existent only between dusk's blanket and dawns kiss
Purple clouds for platformed pavements,
Blue sky below for shimmering water and days reflection,
Above only dancing violet and sapphire,
Little lights twinkling in the mist of it
and a quick silver moon smiling.
The hours our friendship keeps is all,
But when we part, because our eyes must shut
"Good MorNight," is our late hour call.
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With Love: A Collection of Works
PoetryA Collection of different writing medias I've experimented with, from prose, poetry and song lyrics to (very) Short Stories & 'Articles.' Some of these will be new pieces for this book, others I may have written a few years ago and just never had a...
