Spell unbound


I’m a fairy tale weaver,
wish to weave no more;
I have broken the threads
of those dream like fabric.
I am a day dreamer,
forever lost my sleep;
I keep waking at nights
trying not to think of you.
I play with words,
unable to for you;
I am turning over
the pages now inane.


My In- Mind Whirls Writes

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