She Danced On The Wind
And Sang With The Moon
She Told Me She Was Magical
And I Humoured Her
With A Nod
I Never Truely Believed
Until The Day
When She Called The Butterflies To Her
Her Eyes Sparkled
As They Fluttered In Her Arms
And She Flew Away With Them
She Told Me My Mind Was Too Narrow
My Mind-Set Too Grown Up
She Needed Someone Who
Believed In Her Without Proof
YOU ARE READING
Pandora's Box. Opened.
PoetryJust a selection of poems I have written, that didn't fit in with my other poetry selection since these really have nothing to do with my novel. But there may be some repeats from the other selection.
