sophie stares at the stars
thinking
they're like those magic cards
quiet and shy
until they dance and play
left and right
singing and swaying
away into the night
keeping her company
when pillows aren't enough
distract her keen ears
from a bear's angry roars
no, sweetness
look here at us
the house a lasting memory
of a stripey bunny's weak cries
the unfaltering kindness
of twinkling far away
usher their wond'ring child
striped with tears
up into the sky.
About the Creator
Ruby Red
Hello friends!
I am a quirky teenager, lover of books, music and theatre. I am happy.
An ally 🏳️🌈
Believe only half of what you see and nothing that you hear - Edgar Allen Poe
Consider this a doorway to my mind and soul.
I hope you enjoy ❤️
Enroute
The stars and planets all whipped by as Deirdre's crystalline craft sped past them. Her people, the Vlondans, had discovered that the mineral Dianthium which grew so readily on their home world not only kept their hair pink but also was a perfect material for engineering spacecraft from.
By Alicia Anspaugh5 days ago in Art
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