At the top of the mountains peak, You'll meet a man who knows what you seek,
You'll seek a blue flower just for him, In a competition you'll always win.
In the darkest of places,
Lies the most daring of chases,
You'll be at a cross section,
But fear will lead you in the opposite direction.
Through the desert you must stride,
Over the mountains you must ride,
To the land of dreams you'll seek,
A little girl who you will meet.
If you stare at what you fear,
Be careful not to shed a tear.
If you'll take my advice,
Be careful not to roll the dice.
Step aside and let the pro decide.
Think of a curse as dark as night,
That may be reversed at dead man's light.
You can't fly with a broken wing just as you can't love with a broken heart,
When you know they're the one it'll heal at the start.
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The Creation of a Poetteer
PoesíaThis book contains all of the poems that I have made in my lifetime (I will edit this regularly, so keep those notifications on or stay informed, whichever comes first).
