Visiting Land


Like a memory in the mind

a fairy tale telling time

a speck of dust ignighted to combust

another romantic lost in hopeful love;

as the stars relay messages so far above

where is the love? was there really any love?

Waiting for a kiss upon the golden land

Snow yearned for the one to take her hand;

fortune's told from the wise old man,

another prose and the poet strikes again,

another wish grants a gift to the golden land

another sip and a trip down the rabbit hole again.

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