Writing Resources from Fifteen Minutes of Fiction

First Sentence

My magic flying carpet cannot fly
no more,the silent glide across the sky
majestic mountains as the clouds rush by

My magic flying carpet will not go,
no longer over landscapes lit by snow
the world and mankind,many miles below

If only in the real world I could fly
be touched by beauty in the nighttime sky
to feel the magic in the world below
to go where no one else will ever go.

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