He watched as she smiled,
green eyes twinkling.
Her hand stretches out,
and it brushes a lantern,
lifting the paper,
up,
floating higher,
and higher.
A small smile,
and his heart thudded,
Her pure beauty,
was all he needed.
Rapunzel,
his sun.
...
And at last I see the light, and it's like, the fog has lifted...
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Poems
PoetryA collection of poems I've had in my head. Some have been written with prompts from @MusicalMagical and myself!
