Moonlight reflected in a pond so still;
Stars twinkled overhead, a pretty thrill.
Fluttering little lights
Of little, tiny sprites.
Dancing nymphs and swimming Naiads,
Healers on hand, if there was a need of aid.
Magic in the air,
Mortals stop to stare.
If only the world was this fanatic all the time.
I'd make it only mine.
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Where We Never Look--The Forgotten Places
PoetryThis is a Poetry Book that I've been working on for almost a year. I write random poems when I'm inspired, so I hope you enjoy! #825 in Poetry November 24, 2016 #351 in Poetry November 26, 2016 (!!!!!!) #350 in Poetry November 29, 2016 #284 in Poetr...
