for those warm memories
of what seemed a too distant yesteryears,
when we were still carefree and innocent
for the days being happily spent,
back in once upon a time
when we believe magic was a rhyme,
just a pinch of pixie dust
and glinting shard was what we trust,
gone were the days when we
thought our playground was the world,
and going home at dusk
was what the villain wants,
forgotten were the nights
when we softly giggle at our beds,
to a magical world we were led,
secretly chasing after fairies and
fighting dragons, treasures in our hand,
we do still think of them,
of chasing distant dreams,
of battling dragons upon our wake,
in a world not of our past,
but in the reality we must take.
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Poems Under The Moon
Poetry"There's a breath of story in every roaming being, there's a touch of life even in small things. There is art in every form." My poems are all about the moons, suns and stars. About life, struggles and distant memories of the past. I will be updati...
