Writing poems is simply delightful! Thoughts and feelings one cannot express directly or one feels no one would understand, find their way in imaginative world which is actually is a reflection of your REAL world.
A somnolent witch went to sleep,
She dreamed till 6.10 in the morning.
She got up from bed,
Dressed up in her thread,
Packed lunch when unceasingly yawning.
A somnolent witch told her son:
"The chocos are waiting for you..."
He opened his eyes,
When saw the sunrise -
The day promised all the things new.
A somnolent witch gaped again,
When they both were ready to go
With bags on their backs,
With bright zodiacs,
By road which resembles a bow.
A somnolent witch worked till midday,
She rushed home to be with her son.
She put him to sleep,
Cleaned up the antique,
The rest of the work was all done.
A somnolent witch was so happy,
Though days became tougher for her.
Run up and run down
Without a frown -
That's how to learn live in a whir.
Yours faithfully
Witchcraft and literature.
A somnolent witch went to sleep,
She dreamed till 6.10 in the morning.
She got up from bed,
Dressed up in her thread,
Packed lunch when unceasingly yawning.
A somnolent witch told her son:
"The chocos are waiting for you..."
He opened his eyes,
When saw the sunrise -
The day promised all the things new.
A somnolent witch gaped again,
When they both were ready to go
With bags on their backs,
With bright zodiacs,
By road which resembles a bow.
A somnolent witch worked till midday,
She rushed home to be with her son.
She put him to sleep,
Cleaned up the antique,
The rest of the work was all done.
A somnolent witch was so happy,
Though days became tougher for her.
Run up and run down
Without a frown -
That's how to learn live in a whir.
Yours faithfully
Witchcraft and literature.
