PossibilitiesA Poem by beautifulblade2.9.15I caught the breeze from a butterfly's wings
in an empty mason jar, unseen magic swirling around, that unleashed wonder. I caught the edge of the moon with an old tight rope, where my dreams once walked between skyscrapers and stars, glowing with aspirations that reached through the impossible and grabbed onto unseen magic and never-ending possibilities. © 2015 beautifulblade |
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Added on December 2, 2015 Last Updated on December 2, 2015 AuthorbeautifulbladeMNAboutMy name is Mariah Lichty. I'm 20 years old and have been writing for around six years. more..Writing
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