Deep in the night,
the wind sings,
the flame dances.
we cant stop;
swirling,
twirling,
spiraling.
deep in the center,
we slip into dreams;
exposed to the light ,
under the moon.
finally free,
This is magic.
This is me.
-lily

I like this poem, it's really nice!
ReplyDeleteoh thank you. :)
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