Walking in, To the farthest end of this island, There across the rocks, Stood a lonely dragon. Tired of fighting, Seeking peace, He sighed in defeat, Setting us all ablaze. Photo

How could this one door be? A secret door to paradise. No different than the rest, Yet all the more different. In the maze, Walking in confusion, Getting lost, Stumbling across this. Paradise beyond surely,

Of things that we know of, Of things that remain unknown, This yellow pigeon brought with it, Life to the dead land. Glowing in affection, The attention that brought happiness. Surely this must not be

For a long time, For almost forever, It was the wait, That was wait all it. What is the change, All of a sudden, And for the good. The mist fell away, Clouds parted, To show a path, To the golden kingdom.

The Moon was changing. It was not the same anymore. Not the one we knew. Not the that orbited earth. It was moving towards us. A little bit every hour. Of all the people who knew that, there was only one

Waking some force, Unknown to him, Who stood by, Looking up in awe, As the rock spoke. A place of myth, Stories of legends, This was the homeland of magic, Unsurprising that the rock did speak. Pointing

Looking back, Into the water, Deep under, Dark stones buried. Not a sight, For the weak, Not for the strong either, Yet it lay, Truth was what it was. Away into the future, Lights blinking, As you walked

Sulking in the sorrow, Just for a while, A little longer, In this dark world of gloom. Bringing comfort, It is a place to visit, During the low tide, When the moon rises in the sky. There is happiness,

“People do not seem to realize that their opinion of the world is also a confession of their character.” — Ralph Waldo Emerson If you have already come across this quote you might have surely spent some

On fire, With fear, Of what lay next, And what's to be done. Accused of the evils around, They cowered, For the longest time, In the shadows, They did live. IF they knew, If only, All that was required,

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The thing about love is that it creeps up on you when you least expect it. We are all welcoming to love in any form but sometimes we feel we are undeserving of what we receive. It is silly to think otherwise.

A night filled with howls, Echoing from the far woods, A call that called out to you, From the darkness beyond. The Moon shimmered shyly, The evil in the dark, Reflecting of the curses around, Away and

Running, Through the lights, Colors, They dance, To the tunes of the one. For years it was, A deep calling, From the powers, To the night, Till the last. A white light, In the distance, Darkness around,

Why wait, When there is not going to any change, Not any different, Would thing be, Yet why do you keep walking? Down the road, In the darkness, It could be the end, Yet without a care, Not quite often

Smeared with memories of the past, That haunt us, That taunt us, It was a painful move. For years, It was a path, That none, Dared follow. Why now? It can be the brightest, It can be the sweetest, It can

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Right out into it, The road, That leads everywhere, It was where, We all wanted to go. Photo

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