And then the magic waned, The sorcerer had run out of tricks, God's puppetry set in motion, They say a new juggler was in town
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like this poem.. can feel the texture of the fields and the melting melodious colours of dusk.. the poem feels nice, smells good and looks good.. i am puzzled by the 'darkness' line though..
1 comment:
like this poem.. can feel the texture of the fields and the melting melodious colours of dusk.. the poem feels nice, smells good and looks good.. i am puzzled by the 'darkness' line though..
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