The Fairy TaleA Poem by PsycheA short little poem.The black cat arches his back. And dreaming picks up, where she last left off. Dew drops slither down the path. While quite feathers flutter intact. And GIANT words, Cluster together, and b r e a k apart. And little girls dream of a life worth so much more.
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Added on October 25, 2016 Last Updated on October 25, 2016 Author |