She was a witch, broken
She'd make flames rise from ash
Among black and white, a colorful splash
If you saw the world through her eyes
Everything would seem like a prize
Not just silver, not just gold
All things young and old
I asked her what she believed in and what she feared
She said " Magic darling, Magic " and then she disappeared
YOU ARE READING
Through poetry, I fly
PoetryPoetry is the door to a new world. A world that lives through the magic of words. Poetry is my way of making the impossible, possible and I'd love to share that with you through this book. Enjoy reading!
