Poem

The Magical Window

Afbeeldingsresultaat voor magical window
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Every time I look outside my window at night
I’m always in awe with such a magical sight
of beautiful geese flying in the moonlight
and night flowers blooming calmly in sweet delight

The fascinating feeling doesn’t end there
for when the moonbeam starts to glitter my hair
I would hear nostalgic music in my ear
making me dream and float in the air

It makes me travel far away
that I would be gone for more than a day

or maybe I could had long slept
but please, don’t wake me up just yet
© P. Bunnykins

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