I once danced
Upon the moon
Like a horse pranced
Until my doom
My dancing is over
I no longer leap
I've lost my clover
I have been reaped
I danced with joy
I danced with pride
I danced with hope
Until the ride
I can only pray
I can only hope
But for now
I have to cope
I once danced
Upon the moon
My dance is over
Now comes my doom
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Letters, Short Stories, and Poetry
PoetryThis is just a small collection of poetry and very short, short stories I've written over the years. Of course I'm only fourteen so it will probably build and grow into more than a small collections but we will see.
