as a child
I had dreams of
vast emerald fields
like the Land of Oz
where I could be
whatever I wanted
and rules did not apply
the flowers really sang
the sun danced in the sky
and the moon kissed me
goodnight after the stars
read bedtime stories
- Photo by Peter Häger. Courtesy of http://all-free-download.com/free-photos/download/beautiful-butterfly_203211.html
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Words in Colors
PoetryThis collection of poetry is inspired by colors. Each poem will either be named after a color, or include a color somewhere in the piece.
