The Green Witch and the Baby
Author: Unknown
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Sitting down, beside the fire,
She saw the storm clouds, grow,
So, picked up between her fingers,
A thread of frost, and snow.
One thread of rain, and hale,
A thread of thunders boom,
And to finish off, her creation,
A thread of lightenings glow.
Together, she weaved the storm,
Into a small, and patchy blanket.
A thread of arctic winds, she used,
To tightly fix the edges.
Then, she wrapped it round her baby,
and standing back, admired,
Her creation, of a stormy night,
Which, she alone, conspired.
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Posted: Nov 2015
Comments (5)
take care. :)
Elle.
Rob
thank you swedish
thank you swedish
;p take care.
elle.
thank you rob x
:)