To be a king of fairies
Spreading your angelic wings
Singing unknown libraries
To be a king amongst kings
The day you stop wondering is the day you die.
The wonder of life, reduced to nothing.
While the zombie's mind echoes a distant cry,
There lies a soul,
That's slowly rotting.
Pick up a paintbrush
Pick up a pen
Brush away your dust,
immortalize your zen
YOU ARE READING
A fairy's dream
PoetryCollection of short poems consisting of various themes The dreams of the fairy's With you I want to share these Whether it feels near or far We share the light of the same star
