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Galaxies, Poetry & Magic

She’s made of galaxies full of poetry,

Unending and discovered randomly,

On one too many dark nights.

She’s made of fields full of wildflowers,

Growing and glowing randomly,

Rustic and pure in sunlight.

She’s made of realms full of magic,

Free and flying randomly,

One day at a time.


Marking 5 years of writing everyday & expressing true emotions through words. :’)

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