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Was upon a time..

When the sun embraced the moon

In the shadows, over lights,

When the calling of the loon,

Cried again, in silent nights,

There was written on a rune

How a poet stays and writes

All the things which often strewn

Waves of life, over the heights –

And our story, thus begins

With a poet and his muse,

As my verses quickly spins

Sweeping words, inside a cruse –

And the riddles, like some pins,

In the waves of life, to choose

Fairy dust, in wind and fins...

©Th3Mirr0r