She was
Magic
It pulsated
Through her veins
Shooting out
Her fingers
Like energy
Confetti
Poetic musings
She was
Magic
It pulsated
Through her veins
Shooting out
Her fingers
Like energy
Confetti
The Musings of a Writer / Freelance Editor in Training
from my heart to yours
True wealth is the wealth of the soul
Poems and psychosis.
Author River Dixon
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