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Such lovely poems. I never knew there was so much talent on this forum. Here is one from me as well.
When I was a child
there was an old woman in our neighborhood
whom we called Madame Moscow
there was an old woman in our neighborhood
whom we called Madame Moscow
All day she peered from her second story window
from behind the wrinkled curtain
And sometimes she would open the window
and give us a look full of disdain
from behind the wrinkled curtain
And sometimes she would open the window
and give us a look full of disdain
She was guarding a singer
who looked at us over her shoulder.
She tried building a fence made of bamboo..she failed
She tried getting loyal dogs to guard..she failed
who looked at us over her shoulder.
She tried building a fence made of bamboo..she failed
She tried getting loyal dogs to guard..she failed
Yes. It is her life,
climbing the primordial climb,
a dream within a dream,
sitting there lonesome
hurling down boulders of fire.
climbing the primordial climb,
a dream within a dream,
sitting there lonesome
hurling down boulders of fire.
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