11/24/2025 for Snowglobe Memories Poetry Contest sponsored by Mystic Rose Rose
Is it too late, time's long journey to take - down the magic landscape of ages gone by? It's long past midnight, and I'm still awake, gazing through recall's dreamlike, hazy sky. I sense that I am growing ever near - the decades pass among evergreen trees. I feel peace, joy, and tidings of good cheer, as the snow floats in a watery breeze. Will I arrive at that enchanted place, as the years, my mind, does slowly pillage? Will I see, before the time will erase, a fat old man in an elfin village? Yes! I am happy I embarked to go on memory's trip through a globe of snow.
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