Staircase, it was a spiral.
Where did it leads to?
No one know, many had tried to find the end.
It seemed like a endless dream to reach the end.
It seemed to twist and turn, never endless; but hidden away in the nooks and craney was a world unexplored.
A world of books and another of twinkling stars.
It sometimes was a room of warm sun and sometimes of bleak winter.
Tucked away from plain sight was a world of hidden treasures.
It was indeed a treasure to find a world of peace in this never ending staircase.
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I Hope, I Wish
PoetrySometimes when it seems that all is dark remember after night there is always a dawn, no matter how long it takes it will always come. These are some thoughts that I get and sometimes my emotions. I really hope that I can forget the reality and liv...
