RedRavenPoems

Where Poems Fly, Through Starry Skies.

Rippling Mirror

A rippling mirror for the sky above

A shimmering portal to a world I love.

A place of joy, a place of respite

Childhood memories of pure delight

A cool wind blows sending waves rolling in

You watch them, fondness settling within your heart

Thankful for this world of which your a part.

The sun breaks free from the clouds above

The mirror shimmers and shines

Rippling waves of diamonds greet your eyes

A reminder that this place shall always survive

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A Simple man who dreams of being an Author one day. A lover of poems and stories of all types. A dreamer and a tale weaver in my spare time. What little I have as a father of three. Come sit by the fire, and let me spin my tales, let me speak my rhymes, and show you, a quite good time.

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