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I see stars floating on black lakes Mountains shrouded in cloud Meadows of long grass that gets tangled in my hair I can hear a symphony of cricket..

A poem about how I used to play in our garden as a little kid...

Steam rises above clear, tepid water Candles beckon with golden fingers Stars shine their light down to rest on the water’s surface A gentle ..

If you hear me out Maybe I wouldn’t be so frustrated If I could make you see My invisible scars From past emotional battles Maybe you would..

For any girl/woman who has been underestimated...

Every night, I plunge into my dreams I live my other life Of drowning in grey, swirling oceans Of golden light warming my skin And of wind gently ..

Quintessence Moondrops glisten in the twilight mist A night of mystery awaits the lost wanderer Who stumbles over hidden roots Guided by pale, glo..

Exploring the ruins of a medieval castle...

For that infamous contest...

A fun and rather optimistic poem...a little childish perhaps...