The little girl
isn't listening to you--
she's way too busy
staring out the window,
Fantasising about
a world of
magical accidents,
flying envelopes,
screeching owls,
adoring giants,
Brooms that
do more than a sweep,
friends who are
always loyal,
& a train
that will take her
to an enchanted place
far far far
away
from here...
--put under a lifelong spell
YOU ARE READING
Words Unspoken
PoetryThere is a community of the spirit. Join it, and feel the delight of walking in the noisy street, and being the noise. Drink all your passion, and be a disgrace. Close both eyes to see with the other eye. Open your hands, if you want to be...
