A light in the garden flashed on.
It was soft and yellow, like a smaller, less blinding version of the sun.
It was pretty, and it drew the little boy in.
Mysterious though it was, a child could visibly see what was held within.
Beauty, magic... Love.
You just had to know how to find it.
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Where All Dawn Breaks - A Poetry Book
PoetryThis is a collection of poetry, both mine and not. If it was written by somebody else, credit will be given as possible.
