Posted in Poems


The wind blows through the forest tonight
Until the sun may and just might
Lend us its warming rays of light
So that the next day our world would be bright
So then we could have sight
Then we may behold
What is of old
So we can be bold
To have the strength to hold
What some would seek to sell
Which would once again let us be cold
So let this forever be told
That magic is to be molded
A substance so great, it’s worth more than gold
So won’t you join me on this journey?
Won’t you see me?
Become what I always will be
Won’t you come with?
Or will I go without?
I cannot afford to lose what I have now


I'm a writer, filmmaker, and Human. I think...

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