Flowing Ink

Chapter 15

Adeleina Rosewood:

The blue sky

Hangs by the strings

A laugh here, there, beckoning

Oh my dear child

How sweet is your smile

I almost hate to leave you the while

Strands of yolk dipping down into red

A dip in the breeze and a comforting wind

Oh, oh my dear, why are you whispering?

Say what you need and fear no thing

Hand me your fears

I shall hope your wishes

Hold my by my tears

As I blow you all my kisses

Oh my sweet, sweet child

You look so down

My dear girl

You'll do just fine on your own

Look at what's around you

Listen to the chirps

Let the water guide you

Fretful, pretty, hurts

And above all

Never look back

I'll be in your heart, forever

That's our loving pact.

Jean W.P. Granger:

Unless You Try

I'm counting down the minutes 'till my concert,

Waiting for my name to be called out,

For me to go up on stage.

Waiting to show the world the creation I have made.

The butterflies inside of me

Makes it hard to breathe,

While I wait for the applause to end after they call out my name.

As I walk up on stage,

My palms are already sweating,

And my legs are almost trembling.

If this turns out to be a disaster,

I'm sure it will make the front page.

I stood in front of the silenced crowd.

Holding the microphone to my lips.

I opened my mouth to sing,

But nothing came out, not even a single sound.

I looked at the waiting faces in front of me,

And tried again.

Wishing that the concert would end.

When I finally started to sing,

I could feel myself relaxing.

I felt like I could stand in front of the King

And sing.

I was smiling,

And some even started crying.

These people loved my song,

The song I was afraid to sing.

This is your reminder,

Those dreams can come true.

Here's a piece of advice,

From me to you:

Don't let your dreams fly by,

Because you'll never know

Unless you try.

Callista Lovegood:

Autumn’s colours, a picture perfect

With leaves of gold, and red light

The trees, they spin, a whirlwind sight

As nature paints the night

The wind, it whispers, a soft sound

As amber leaves, rustle to the ground

The earthy smell, a sweet treat

As nature paints the night deep

The sky, it cries, a sad story

As autumn’s colours fade and die

The sun, it sets, a golden glow

As nature’s beauty ebbs and flows

The wind, it wails, a lament

As autumn’s colours say goodbye

The trees, they stand, a bare sight

As winter comes, and Autumn flies

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