A Saga for the SeasonsA Poem by MicaMade entirely out of magnetic poetry kits (except for the title) One kit was what I'm assuming to be normal, and the other a Wizard of Oz one... Enjoy!
He is a dreamer of dreams,
watching the summer's moon like a scarecrow in the cornfield, for true beauty is not ours to say. Beneath the shadow of an apple tree he lies in a sweet moment; The heart's escape from a sordid lullaby, above the flood of death's black spray. And together as we drown into sleep, he swims through to see the white moon. For winter's storm is as killing as a knife, and only those that see spring will never fall. © 2012 MicaAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorMicaNew EnglandAboutI don't write much. I try, but in the end, I can never express my feelings well enough to be heard. I'm hoping to change that, maybe through the writing of poems. I'm one of those people that gets .. more..Writing
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