Her hair was tied back in a bow,
And she went to watch the clouds grow.
It was a grim sight, she decided.
This was a place that slept unimagined.
The world had not seen its beauty,
The countries had not heard it’s tales.
The continents had not given life a chance.
But what if
They did?
Sarah Magnolia 
Well, every time I read one of your poems, I think, well, this is the best, but then you go and do it again. This is one of my favorites – a top ten list…
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Awww, thank you! You’re words mean the world to me – seriously, they do.
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