Writing 101, Poetry Day 1
It wasn’t the dragon, or the man in the moon, so clear the smoke from your eyes and find the magic, it’s made from peace.
I grabbed a bit of magic from a place that’s bought me peace. It isn’t far away, just hollow and embedded deep. The soul and spirit of the light is all you need to see. I ponder why this seems so difficult for mankind, when it’s as easy as can be.
Vera Robinson © 2015