Abracadabra
Encore! She cheers after another amazing trick is done, And the magician is ever eager, to please the little one, He turns his hat topsy, tossing and shaking it a while, And slowly pulls out a wonder that makes the
Mortal Angel
If such things were true, an angel’s life should be a fairytale, But you don’t find them more different than this one’s tale, Like those winged-one, you don’t see her fly away, And you begin to really believe she is
Mesmer
She is gone before your eyes can even blink, And yet she is the only thought you can think, You stumble upon everything, already in a trance, And become yet another slave of her glance. Every time you look around,
Daisybud
Swaying in consonance with an ebullient breeze, She shakes off its advances, with a careworn ease, Ruffling her petals, as she hung onto a slender stalk, Proclaiming gustily that it isn’t only humans who stalk. She stands up, and walks
Living Dead
They walk the streets of every town, every city, A living tribute to the greatest human ability, To get hurt, and be unable to forgive or forget, To bide their time, counting the days, at every sunset. A miserable existence,