The Dark
Surrounded by darkness
Does not always mean fear
And just because there is silence
Doesn't mean grieving is near
Listen to the noises
The whisper in the trees
The shadows of the streets
This is where they always meet
They who make the magic
As snow twinkles up on high
They who make the wonder
As lights dance in the sky
Listen to the mysteries
Listen to the sounds
And feel through the darkness
As magic makes its rounds
YOU ARE READING
The Witch in Green Sneakers
PoesíaNo one should ever feel like their feelings are invalid, unheard of, or wrong. I found that I write this when I feel any emotion. It's a collection of poems that me and Em wrote.
