One scene, one departure
Landed in the moonlight room, as the seas were still awake
Tick tok goes the clock, no music and no people. Their was just me
Now remebering it all wishing they were hear again, but now I stare my self in the dark coated mirror. Waiting, for them.
I know their not here, but their spirits are still thriving around me.
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Nostalgia
Short StoryAll of my most important, missing, bonding, and magical memories from my childhood that I remember and cherish in poetry form/short story form. By Tamara Dovodja
