Sunday, April 17, 2016

A Poem Is A Magical Poem

The trees the sun the grass the sand was young and
colorful, let the nature has been blossomed, the
fairy godmother give the magic touch in the wonderful
forestland filled of magical fairy tales, they'd flown
like crazy and wild enough, filled with love and
compassion, that was a poem after all, a poem is a
magical poem, the words were powerful then a simple
needle and thread came through, the trolls the pigs
the Hippo the northern bears and tigers were talking
and dancing smoothly as it goes, it has been winter
on the deepest ground, the Spring has grown and birth
beautifully, the summer has been blown away but
re-birth on earth, the fall has blossomed, the leaves will
change color or to, when the magical couple out into
the blue to sit on the rainbow bench together, their hearts
will shine like stars

Written by
Michael James Brindley
4-17-16 

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