Sunshine- a Poem

Feel that heat? The warmth? The sun? That’s where our light’s coming from! Creatures crawling, Spiders bawling, We cannot live without the sun. That definitely won’t be fun. Because when the sun sets Darkness comes.

A Lullaby: Humble Roses

A treeless patch in the forest Is a garden of bright blooms The flowers draw the poorest While evil seek their enemies’ doom Only those with pennies to spare Can find a secret garden Where beauty pours out And feyries all shout “Here your lives won’t harden, Your troubles will be pardoned” A bit aboutContinue reading “A Lullaby: Humble Roses”

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