A writer's world is out of existence.Thought of not in one night, but merely for many moons.
Magic lies in the land of fantasy,
birds soar with wings dripping golden ecstasy.The sky lit up with million stars,
never becoming bright, or dark.So the moon becomes her friend,
In a light-less room against a lone lamp light,
With pages never to end,
and words to keep her from reality against the starless night.
This is a poem of a writer who still lives,
Though not famous,
But well-known only by the stars and the freckled moon on a fictional night.
-LovableConundrum
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