I wonder with my eyes wide awake.
Of the twists and turns of could-haves.
Of the roads where vines once grew.
Of all the memories I love to brew.
And here I am, in night's silence.
So lonely yet with a possible gleam.
What's lost is gone, but what's misplaced can be found.
And within night's silence, I hear a sound.
The flutters of a fairy, the twinkle of night.
Delicate as a snowflake and twice of a pretty sight.
What lies beneath might be gone,
And the journey to recover will be long.
We write what's possible in a land far beyond.
With a pinch of sparkles and a jar of magic.
Sweeping away misery, late at night.
The words, the melody, the graceful dance.
Oh, it is a very pretty sight.
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Pieces of Thoughts
PoetryFragments of hope, Fragments of lies, A tale of sorrow, And a lot of goodbyes. ------------------------------------------- Cover picture does NOT belong to me. Also, none of the pictures are mine...if you find out who ANY of the lovely artists are...
