Tuesday, 1 January 2013

The Poem That I See


The stars are shining
It is day time
Water is rising
Listen the wind chime
Everyone is chopping
Yellow lime
Care for shopping
Says a lonely dime
Few hands are praying
No! It’s an act of mime
Magician is painting
I love this hymn
Do you believe in flying?
Why, enjoy the rhyme
Freely o so freely I am living
But they call it a crime

Whoever read this called me crazy
I replied that I love flowers especially daisy
They turned with a sad face and said they were right
I also turned with a beaming face and took a flight



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