Second of three pieces of prose (they cannot be classified as poetry as they do not fit any of the rules) that I wrote as I was trying to fall asleep. As I lay there, imagining myself in a forest, Lacera walked in and pulled me into her lap and began to sing these to me. Granted they were in her native tongue, but I understood it as you see written here. Not much else to say.
Fiction: Spiritual - Rated: K - English - Fantasy/Spiritual - Chapters: 1 - Words: 98 - Published: 12-16-12 - Complete