Fairyland of pages

*Fairyland of pages*

In a fairyland of pages-
That’s where my poems live.
They were born, because
I felt the need
To set them free.

If you read them,
You can feel
For a moment what I felt.
If you read them you can
Help make them real.


Snow angels

*Snow angels*

I wish I could hug the world.
I wish I could make snow angels
Until I fly away.

In my dream
The moon is my sister
And the world is a family.


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