Where dreams existTime falls short of the space where dreams exist. They come they go in and out just like the mist. No purpose or real funtion. I wish i could stay here amongst the magic and ether where creation itself comes to hide. For i think life simple here without reason or rhyme. No worries, for none exist to find, and every wish, every desire are mine. Yes I would say I like it just fine. Here amongst the roses and the vines. Where time falls short and reality no longer applies.
Poetry by Luna Nightshade
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Written on 2018-11-30 at 01:26
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