You wouldn't believe the sights I see at night.
Not bright blue,the sky's now honeygold.
As the flowers sing to the bees,the ground dances to a beat...
The stars come down to say: hello!
I don't want to wake up...
Because my dreams are bursting from the seams.
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Mini sagas
Kort verhaalHere are some really short stories (or sagas), all told in 50 words. No more, no less. I'm challenging myself to one day write 50 of these 50 word stories! Wish me luck!
