In the castle from above
You will see a big, red house
Where a king lives his life
With one kid, one stunning wife.
One day, when he look upon
The biggest windows of the hall
He saw a baby on the street
Who wasn't left with anything.
He went outside and took him up
He washed it all and took his time
To realise that he just saved
A new little king from slave.
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Something to believe in
PoetryYou can believe in music. Or love. Or magic. Or even destiny. You can also believe that poetry is an art that may not make you feel something special and will take your breath away, but it can easily concure with stories with more words than a poetr...
