Shellys World

Shelly sits on the crescent edge of fantasy world Her hair totally in place, her curls all swirled. The crescent moon smiles at the cosmos of midnight. Recognizing that Shelly’s beauty is out of sight. No one breathes loudly out here in the either. There are so many important things to say to night’s creature. I am silent, imagining the world where Shelly lives so happily. Past the clouds, way too lofty for you and me.