A collection, mostly of poetry, occasionally of story snippets and ideas, put out into the world to garner an audience, interest and creative critiques
Saturday, September 21, 2013
She
She rides in the chariot of the moon Cloaked in stars and velvet My angel soars across the heavens Tempting my heart to follow her So far away from my touch But nearer then she seems I hear her sing her lullaby And I sleep knowing she sings for me
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