A Land Far Away
By: Sachi Dixit
There’s a place where the sky is violet at night
and the stars don’t just shine,
they whisper.
Floating islands drift like slow thoughts,
held up by nothing anyone can explain.
Waterfalls spill upward
into glowing moons.
The trees are made of glass leaves
that sing when the wind passes through.
Dragons sleep curled around mountains,
their scales glowing like embers in the dark.
Rivers don’t flow with water,
they flow with light.
If you step inside,
your reflection shows you’re future self
Castles rise from silver cliffs,
built from stone that remembers every story.
And the air tastes like frost and lightning,
like something about to happen.
In that world,
magic isn’t rare.
It’s everywhere,
in the ground, in the sky, in your hands
But are you bold enough to grasp it?
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