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the bards creation story
#WritcoPoemPrompt120
The wind carried words through the sky that blew thee,
Lying on a velvet swing,
Swinging under a tree,
Whilst waiting for the King,
creative power was present
shooting stars and still stars
falling stars...
The wind carried words through the sky that blew thee,
Lying on a velvet swing,
Swinging under a tree,
Whilst waiting for the King,
creative power was present
shooting stars and still stars
falling stars...
