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There's a little thatched cottage, In the southern part of Spain, Where the skies are always brighter, And there's never any rain.
In my wild and untamed garden. Lives a great big beautiful tree. It has bark all rough and hairy. With insects creeping through. To reach it is real difficult it's super hard to find.
Wrinkle and crease Fold and stitch Make it new again Lovely cloth unwrap Twist around her now And make her shine Twirl for me dear A spin here and there Are you pleased Or is it to your distaste.
I shield my eyes, the bright stage lights blinding me, and let out a muffled scream as the crowd cheers wildly. Not good. Charlie looks at me in confusion, and I shrug, about to walk off again.
An emerald butterfly perched,. Upon my shoulder without a lurch,. She looked at me with giant spheres,. And told me all that she feared,. "I am such a little thing, you see,".
She lowered hair, As fine as gold, Her lips were pursed, Her eyes were bold. Her hair went on, It touched the floor, It didn't stop, It ran some more.
When all the house is empty, And the family have gone out, There is a little old clock, He starts to tick and pout, For when everyone is there, So very quiet is his shy tick, He gets so very...
There's a place where cunning folk live... Way out on the marsh land. They wear hag stone jewellery On every finger of every hand.
I live to love a world of pure dreams, Where I eat only strawberries and cream, And dance between patchwork seams, A flash of orange and blue zips past, The signature of a kingfisher, Calling me...
Smile painted in the stars,. Tip of the paint brush. dipped in gold,. A canvas. capturing stars and setting them in place,. Across the night skies face,. Erasing the rest from the night,.
As I'm reading these words, Wolves prowl around me in herds. I'm living in a paradise one day, Then I'm at a masked ball, dancing the night away.
Shimmering silver moon rays light the icy crystal clear river. Ebony black trees soar into the inky heavens. Brightly glowing stars glimmer in ancient constellations.
Ashes to ashes,. We all fall down,. Burned to ash & ember,. Rising above the ground,. Wings of a phoenix,. Vibrant colored. tipped wings,. Gold drips. into liquid chrome,. Voice inside sings,.
One night I was angry at the station As the doors shut i was blinded in my hesitation The last train wasn't to my home So I rested my feet and on the bench I slept alone The nocturnal creatures gave...
Chapter 1 When I opened my eyes black covered the room like a blanket. I tried making my way over to the door, hands in front of me trying to feel for a wall.
The flying angel, Holding silk as light as a feather. He elegantly let the silk flow through the air like a dove. A girl below, skipping threw the flowers, her hair like ash.
Slowly, I loop the cotton through the eye of my needle, and thread it through.
#household Spectral light explodes.
Clouds cover the skies, shedding milky light across the moors.
I started banging on the windows and yelling in to the letter-box.
There's a squirrel that keeps collecting, His bank is utterly full. For the things that he collects, Are not nuts at all. We'll actually that's not true. For the marbles that people drop...
Clock strike 12,. Chimes ring through. Children sound asleep,. But that you knew,. Creak for the toy chest,. Squeaking loud. But the children lie still,. Sleeping sound. A shadow from the closet,.
Iris, dusk, and slight of hand, The Shadowmaster pulls the strings, The midnight weaver of the land, Who makes enigma jump through rings.
I was walking home from my school, also walking to the Community garden were everyone could plant something. I was going to check on my Magnolia's. I was a little cold.