this magical, magical summertime;
the aureate harp's canorous cadence
lilts me away for others to behold.
sprinkle me with some pixie dust
and mayhaps i'll grow a pair of wings.
this is the magic of a first love's journey.
𑁍 raeminiscence ˚⁎⁺
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A Flowerbed for Romantics
PoetryThe chattering of canaries beneath the cumulus clouds' silhouettes call nature out to breathe once more for I am here, laying above verdant grasses. I carry the heart of a romantic; the art of loving enwreathes itself around my worn out heart. For e...
