Far into a neighborhood,
Where others rest,
One child stays up
With a mind far away.
Hidden in a forest perhaps,
Walking to a witch's cabin.
Or maybe under a giant toad stool
Where everyone is tiny and nature large.
The child may be in a desert
Spending time with his favorite characters.
He could also be in a world of magic
Where everybody cast fire and water and ice.
The child always goes on an adventure
Right before drifting off to sleep.
In the dark while everyone sleeps,
He journeys to faraway lands.
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Poems
PoetryEveryone has a story to share, And we share it in different ways. Whether it's unlike others or can be compared, I would love to tell you mine, In the form of rhymes. +SLOW UPDATES+
