The town of Mystique Vale was a peculiar little place. It was small, no bigger than a village, but had a busy train station. Dan

Creative Writing & Poetry
The town of Mystique Vale was a peculiar little place. It was small, no bigger than a village, but had a busy train station. Dan
I walk in these circles These circles that I walk in Made of wool and made of strings Laid out on the ground at my
Every once in a while, when the moon shines bright And the flowers are sleeping There shows a jackal under my window, He comes seeking