There is old memory in snow*,
Fox, pheasant, rabbit, and crow,
Footprints to the past, and forest magic revealed,
A world within a world, adults conceal,
But I spy; a wonder, a glimpse of the unknown,
Where elves do dance and faeries do roam,
And snowmen fly to secret woods to spy; a jig with
Father Christmas
*first line from Lavondyss by Robert Holdstock
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I can feel the world in my lungs. Breathe with me....
A poem written through the eyes of a six year old child.
The sea beats in time with the moon in the sky with little white bubbles that foam and float by. The twinkle of mystery unknown to man but what is it really that beats on the sand.
I wrote my name upon the card, Attached it to the string. I added my number just in case somebody decided to ring.
Dream. Dream with your heart, Think. Think happy thoughts, Follow. Follow the North Star.
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