❝ i dreamed about magic and dragons and flying to neverland and i knew if i wanted it hard enough i could go and i dreamed an old, cracking voice softly saying after thunder, golden showers and a young, lilting voice singing and 'round the corner there may wait / a new road or a secret gate / and though i oft have passed them by / a day will come at last when i / shall take the hidden paths that run / west of the moon east of the sun and there were fireflies i chased laughing in the dark and there was a swarm of mosquitos but they were golden and dancing in the light and they did not bite me and it was magic, magic, and i want it back. ❞
—text in italics is from j.r.r. tolkien's lord of the rings
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sumayyah writes poetry...
...because sometimes she Feels Things™ and then has to scribble those Feelings down so she can get them out of her head and move on with her day.