A limerick Two little ghosts who had long since died Came down to Earth for a bicycle ride; But the tykes, ephemeral & small, Could not work the pedals at all; Thus fantasy and real life did collide ‘What do you see’ Prompt #146 For Sadje’s weekly #WDYS prompt, she offered the photo below as… Continue reading Vision, or: Collision
Poetry Partners #62 'The Healer', a poem by Harshi of 'Reflections' Sing me a song of Prince Egon, the legend His eyes were kind and his hands were warm His words were soft but had the power to arouse courage even in a coward's heart He stopped a dynasty from crumbling to dust He was… Continue reading The healer, or: His steed
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