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The pen dances with the soul

The magic fades, sometimes.
Words within, a struggle.
Faerie dust won’t help.
If the pen refuses to write.

I cannot see the poems.
Words trapped in the soul.
These thoughts of a poet.
Inside the storm, lost.

I tried some Irish luck.
The Blimey Stone I kissed.
I saw pixies in moonlight.
And spells to unlock poems.

Into my dreams I fly.
In here magic is strong.
In my hand the pen writes.
After all, I am a dreamer.

The words fall on paper.
Spinning a magical poem.
The pen dances with the soul.
The dreamer awakes, smiling.

By C.E. Pereira



I'm a Eurasian of Portuguese, English, Scottish and Malay heritage. And my extended family are of Chinese and Indian heritage. In recent years, the younger generation have added on to include spouses from the Philippines, Nigeria and Russia. My world is made up of different colours like the rainbow. And like the rainbow I am unique. Reading is my form of relaxation, to escape from the drudgery of daily life and enter into a world of the imagination. It is the love of reading that has led me to try my hand in writing short stories and poems. I hope that in some way my stories and poems will take you for a little while away from the drudgery of the present into the pages of imagination. To new friends found, I bid you, Welcome. Sincerely, C.E. Pereira

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