art by Catrin Welz-Stein
Every night, a little down the road,
My village in darkness, is swallowed.
Poor farmers, are they,
Barely making their ends meet,
Can only dream of denied luxuries.
I pity them a lot, I do,
While they sneak up to my hut, they do...
Surprised are they, to see
My dwelling always illuminated,
Where did all the brightness come from,
They often whispered, agitated.
They know not, I've got my special magic shoes,
That take me up and let me borrow light,
Plugged in from the moon whole night.
ha. how whimsical...that would def be good magic...shoes to reach the moon...and borrow a bit of its light...
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Deleteoh nice...i need a pair of those special magic shoes..how wonderful would that be..
ReplyDeletei'm searching for them too...it'd be great indeed :-)
DeleteI like the magical turn, plugged into the moon all night ~
ReplyDeleteCreatively done ~
thank you @Heaven :-)
DeleteYes, I like the electrical turn too! and the repetition of "I do", "they do".
ReplyDeletethanks for reading @Kathy :-)
DeleteI need some magic shoes. Yours sound very fanciful and child like.
ReplyDeletethanks for reading :-)
DeleteEnLightening story, heehee!
ReplyDeleteyeah :D
DeletePlease can you just help them out!
ReplyDeleteoh..i'll try...i'll try :-)
Deleteoh thats takes me back to fairytale lands....beautiful!
ReplyDeleteglad it took you to fairy lands :-)
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