Wednesday, January 26, 2011

nobody knows by donna earle

where the little bird goes...
nobody knows.
where the dragons fly,
is another sky.
where the spider spins,
in the misty glens,
thats a fairyland not meant for me,
not meant for you.
where the robin sleeps.
and the green snail creeps.
it's another land,
can't understand.
it's a magic place
where there's ivy lace,
in a secret wood.
if i only could...
i would go away,
with the birds
to play.

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