It was a beautiful night.
The moon was bright, surrounded by stars in a clear dark sky.
She looked over the lake which seemed to go on forever.
She thought of how wonderful it would be if she could fly over it, no care in sight.
She was a Pisces, and the title fit her well.
There was something magical about being near the water.
She felt a comforting peace within her soul.
She closed her eyes tightly, as a gentle breeze brushed across her face.
She had memories of being a little girl laying under the stars and dreaming.
Even after all of those years, she still believed in those dreams.
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Judith Jascha
Mom, sister, teacher, student, writer. I love to touch on all areas as I like to expose myself to new things. My goal is to use my experience to entertain and educate.
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I'm a Pisces too! Loved your beautiful poem!
A great minute! Fantastic!