The Wizard Comb (poem for children)

Hidden under the books, surrounded by pens.

White-but he has a soul of gold in a sense

He wants to fly away from the table.

Maybe then the world would be...

more wonderful.

My once favourite subject of play... with a doll;

Now broken and abandoned under the wall.

He was replaced by a NEW,

much bigger and colourful too.

I tell him of sorrows and fears.

He consoles me, wiping away all my tears,

and brings all the children sweet dreams...



Poetry by Anna Banasiak
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Written on 2017-12-07 at 13:15

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