Magic Create Isn’t a command Magic lends no hand Ahem Paint She flicks her wrist Without a brush is only a wish She double-checks her circling motion Curious if it was a mistake she opt-out of concocting a potion Ahem This time tapping her foot Create She demands Nothing but
Rewinding time to 2019. Care to join me?
Letter143 is a series of letters written to myself, my loved ones and anyone else who wants to read ’em!
Letters written to myself and loved ones…and anyone else who will listen.
Finally! I mustered up the courage to show some art 🙂