Dreaming
Shadows
On the grass
Look like spirits
Dancing past,
Going nowhere,
Really.
Tales
Spun at twilight,
Seem to have
Lives of
Their own
Making.
Ballads
Sung in darkness,
Form themselves into
Gossamer threads
Of deep
Magic.
Copyright © Cella Rose | Year Posted 2016
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