Children's PoetryA Poem by Alexander LouxMy attempt at writing a Cento poemDo you [care at] all for me, The lady and the knight, Wasting the hours in doors? I’m hiding, I’m hiding, I’m the forests of the night, The autumn frost; The middle of the night. The edge of the world does not look far away, For the Angel of Death spread his wings, Whistling, “I am not a little boy.” Swift things are beautiful, So lonely, people say, “It’s only in my dreams. So deep in love am I You abandon your intent.” “You lie,” he cried, A gurgling, chuckling water voice, “The meadows where we play, The leave are whirling fast. It’s always pleasant when you spot it.” His eye is like a star. The stars never rise, but I feel the bright eyes. I half turn to go, yet turning to stay, I go, “Haha! Haha! If you can dream " and not make dreams your master, I’ll come to thee by moonlight, though hell should bar the
way. The blackbird Befriended a stranded star, But o heart! Heart! Heart! That is not akin to paint. I find this claim incredible.” © 2012 Alexander LouxAuthor's Note
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