Thursday, 21 February 2013

◄↔The Night↔►

The wind blows a whistle
Stars shimmer as a drizzle

The boaty cloud high and proud
Covers the moon in a shroud

Yet the silver finds a way 
Through the breaches in the sway

Somewhere far the owl hoots
While a kid reads bout mystery and loots

Then comes calling a lofty dream
To take you away or make you scream

Magic and wizards run abode
Here's where the great and mighty trode

Where the greatest of ideas poured from
Always a hope whatever may come

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