Truths

What is this magical place?
Where hearts are full
And the wind dances?
Sorrow in the leaves
The scribe of our memories?
Lost in the frost of winter
Found in the light of spring.
You were this ever elusive thing.
Where is this magical place?

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Jaymee is the creative director and writing force behind Beaux Cooper Media. She loves to collaborate with other writers and journalists across the genres. Jaymee lives on the beautiful coast of Rhode Island with her cat, Ada, and dog, Bean.

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