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Finger paintings
Contributed by
walt
on
Friday, 19th September 2003 @ 07:35:00 PM in AEST
Topic:
ChildrensPoetry
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Time is no stranger to the day
It takes the good
allows for the rest to play
little children upon the stage
Pick your tale
tell it in the wind
walking to the corner
I view golden class
Her gift is free to think
what I will ask
such is the real point
which to measure from
what is the difference
between the earth
circling the sun
only some will know
how to answer that
it was all written
in the kingdom
found inside his hat
love it holds me
where will I go
I think I have traveled
land of Ice and snow
children playing
in the street
a friendly snowman
is what you meet
can the door swing open
can the song appear
What is the value
a single solitary tear
daddy is sleeping
in another room
mothers in the bedroom
humming hypnotic tune
I write poetry to the stars
the moon asks why
I must I be the one
to leave so soon.
Time is the binder
when all that said and done
the relationship is liken
the moon until the sun
Copyright ©
walt
... [
2003-09-19 19:35:00] (Date/Time posted on
site)
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