The Thief Lord
It doesn't matter,
He skipped off toward the cake shop
And pressed his nose against the window
It was a fantasy after all, nothing more.
He blinked into the sun, and strolled, whistling.
The cushions of the gondola were soft.
The gentle rocking made him wonderfully sleepy.
It looks beautiful
The wing of an angel
Grinning from ear to ear,
He threw his carelessness to the ground.
Magical things were happening
As snowflakes whirled through the alley.
The children wandered off.
They only had eyes for the snow.
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This is beautiful, Kendall. You've captured a whimsical mood with this poem. Thank you.
ReplyDeleteI love this poem Kendall. I like that there is something magical found in the simple things such as the cake shop and the gondola.
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