“Can you imagine what this heart is seeking for?” The grey in streaks, The purple bleaks And faint resounding made-up lore. Would you ignore?

The den of fiction writer, poetry maker and magic enthusiast.
“Can you imagine what this heart is seeking for?” The grey in streaks, The purple bleaks And faint resounding made-up lore. Would you ignore?
The bits and bobs of thought and wonder… The love and snail pace of a trip Along the road of endless ponder Whilst gripping tight