Posted in Blog, Creative Writing, Writing

I’m Not Asking For Much

Wistful wild flower,
my morning sun and moon light,
let me lead you to the charms of life,
a heaven among mortals,
a home for wayward, wonderful girls.
Let us love among the angels,
find a fantasy made for two,
just one night where we are divine,
one last chance to live by our own design.

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