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Behind The Glass
0 ReviewsA fantasy poem that I created for a contest on allpoetry.
Ghosts dance to silent tunes
below the living range of hear,
as gloom fills up the air
drowning them all in despair.
Fairies fly out from hiding spots,
singing in a delightful tone,
of flowers smiling in the sun
and delicate webs that spiders spun.
Mermaids swimming through the seas
invite me to go play with them,
deep beneath the waters surface,
into the sea's crystal palace.
Mystical creatures everywhere
gather up behind the glass,
to a place only I can find,
inside the confines of my mind.
below the living range of hear,
as gloom fills up the air
drowning them all in despair.
Fairies fly out from hiding spots,
singing in a delightful tone,
of flowers smiling in the sun
and delicate webs that spiders spun.
Mermaids swimming through the seas
invite me to go play with them,
deep beneath the waters surface,
into the sea's crystal palace.
Mystical creatures everywhere
gather up behind the glass,
to a place only I can find,
inside the confines of my mind.
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