Poetic Essences
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Poetic Essences

A Spell

In the night.

No one will know
How her golden halo
Fell from the sky
And then past heaven
Deep into the night
The angel took fright
And pulled into
The seven-eleven
Interminable times
Bells without chimes
And nightmares
And bad dreams forsaken
Incubus, it’s called
That left her appalled
And held her captive
Before she’d awaken
No rhyme or reason
Or low or high treason
Could release her
Now she’d been taken
Even her lies
Screams and her



In décor, a song intensifies a moment. Imagination connects to it, unleashing deeply emotions. Everything is inciting. Lips of inspiration kiss the words. Poetic Essences spread ’em out. A velvety aroma pulsates chic for those who explore Flash Fiction, — Un P’tit Je Ne Sais Quoi

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David Rudder

Top writer in Poetry. I am a diarist and write poetry to reflect my thoughts.