Oblivion
Walking amidst the sights, I nearly felt myself lost, Gypsies all around, selling trinkets at an enviable cost, The sun was just beginning to rise over the last tent, Such an aura of heavenly joy to this beautiful day it
Multitude
Pushing my bag underneath, I climbed onto my berth, Crawling slowly, I dusted it for what it was worth, Stretching my legs, I turned around to have a look, Nothing out of the ordinary, so I got back to the
Promise
Many years ago, I made myself one, Though initially I told it to no one, It is one of those things that needs no telling, They seized it, like an idea that needs no selling. Only for a few decades,
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