The GnomeA Poem by Stanislav VoloInspired by the idea of the Voynich manuscriptThere was a home Where lived a Gnome. The home was grey It was a sunny day. Inside this home There was a book, Which I preferred To have a look; The book was all About some leaves And how those leaves Can cure disease; Gnome sang a song About his home And how he’s living All alone But suddenly The book was gone And little gnome And a little home. And now I wonder, If there ever was a gnome, But here and there I still can hear his song.
© 2022 Stanislav Volo |
Stats
62 Views
1 Review Added on October 27, 2022 Last Updated on October 27, 2022 Author
|