The world is made up of living things,
So many people act as proclaimed kings.
The world I live in does not condone fantasy,
In which witches are perceived as out of sanity.
There are seeds that are being carried by zephyrs,
To which they find places in different weather.
When they land, everything becomes beneficent,
Resembling the potions of witches' deliquescence.
I can only hope spores and seeds are potions,
In which when they land, they give enchanted emotions.
I can only hope witches are permissible,
For people to be charmed when they're miserable.
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From The Pages of My Soul
PoetryA second book of elevated railway of my emotions. Episodes I never knew I could write. Series I was afraid to dive in with words. This is a collection of poetry and prose originally written by my heart.
