"One for sorrow, two for joy,"
I hear the children chanting.
He sits beside me smirking,
a look that I find irking,
as he takes, without first asking,
a piece of precious gold.
"Three for a girl, four for a boy."
He and I fly together.
He swoops and steals another
coin or ring to plunder,
but I'll follow him wherever.
My Magpie and I.
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Poems of my Mind
PoesiaThese are a collection of poems that I have written in my spare time and at University. They're in practically chronological order from 2009 - present day (except the first couple) so the most recent updates WILL be more thought-out and poetic. But...
