She was sitting on the bench
Writing her red notebook
Stories, poetry, and magic
Is everywhere when you look
Yet, there is a lock on the end
Where her secrets are kept
Witchery, spells or maybe sorcery
Words that anyone can't interpret
YOU ARE READING
La vie est un Poetica
PoetryTHIRD POETRY COMPILATION "Life is a poetry" -DEAR, LUNA
