Last time I checked, shadows make beautiful patterns,
Dancing with the fading light,
Whispers flowing soft and low,
Filling the quiet night.
They brush the ground with gentle care,
A fleeting sight to see,
Shapes and lines in silent air,
A quiet mystery.
YOU ARE READING
Spells of Carousel
PoetryDon't flip the page if you are looking for a fantasy novel. This is not a book of spells or magic. but again...what is magic if not you?
