These eyes are the portal towards
Your deepest dreams,
Let its magic flow like moonlit streams,
.
Like a candle's wax, let the darkness melt
All your memories,
Live your dreams in these eyes
And let it travel through seven centuries.
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MT Poetry
Poet-Hopeless Romantic-Missionary to the Misunderstood
After the Storm
After the storm of winter snow there sat a small bear by the name Ted, of course. He loves the snow and likes to roll around in it making all sorts of trails and whatever he has a mind to do. He wondered where all the people are, but in a way, he is hoping that they are all snug in the homes maybe drinking hot chocolate-one of his favorite drinks with mini-marshmallows and eating something homemade for he likes this winter wonderland all to himself to romp and play and maybe even catch some fish down by the river.
By Mark Graham4 days ago in Fiction
Comments (6)
I really liked the line "Let its magic flow like moonlit streams". It runs nicely and conjures such wonderful imagery. Keep it up MT:)
Wonderful little piece, I’ve not seen you on here before….? Unless my memory fails me. 😅 Thanks for checking out mine the other day. 🙂
Simply beautiful, and a little hypnotizing. Well done.
Beautifully done <3
his was so beautifully written. Loved your poet
Amazing poem! I want to live in my dream! Great work!