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but familiar impressions.
My Little Poetry -Notes By NightUnder a bed of infinite stars, under the dark sky,My Little Poetry -Notes By Night3 days ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
lies a sleeping tree, not a stir or sound.
You would think no creature in it's branches would lie,
yet within that tree, is a pony, story bound.
The window slightly open, a cool breeze entering the room,
a single candle, flickering and glowing,
yet under the darkness, under the gloom,
from this pony's face, excitement was showing.
She rose from her seat, marched across the floor,
grabbed her quill and ink, returned to her books.
of this latest development, this pony was sure,
sure she had learned, learned to judge after looks.
Her companion was ready, her mind was ready,
quill against paper, eyes at one with the spectra,
writing quickly began, keeping the quill steady:
"Dear Princess Celestia."