Poets are those who love,--who feel great truths, And tell them.

March 1, 2012

Sadness


i am quiet and shy.
I wonder what it’s like to fly.
I hear the unicorn’s far cry.
I see the ocean when it’s dry.
I pretend that I will never die.
I dream of purple skies.
I am quiet and shy.

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