I used to have some silver nights
And dreams of chants and mights
A candle lighting in mid night
That full the room with light
Flowers blooming around me
Prettiness is all I see
A golden chariot that’s so elegant
Someone says isn’t a fairy’s grant
There’s a huge pavilion
That covers the shy blue moon
An orchestra full of glee
And a handsome prince that is missing me
This poem was written/submitted by Michaela Tatualla.
Category: Life Poems
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