I let the magic rain down on me
As you tell tales of witches and faraway princes
Of kings and queens and a little child’s dreams
Of princesses in gowns and boys wearing crowns
Of fairies who can fly and angels high in the sky
Of elves with pointy ears and boys talking with bears
Of mermaids with tails and swimming with whales
Of ghosts wandering the halls and gnomes so very small
Of crystals with unkown powers and magical flowers
And oh, isn’t this world just full of miracles?
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What I Leave Behind
PoetryWe all want to be remembered. We all leave pieces of ourselves behind. This is one of mine. This is what I leave behind. A collection of poetry, without a theme, made up of my favourite pieces I've written over the years and pieces I will write in t...
