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Poems

The snow thief

In a little village in the north,

On a mountain that reaches for the heavens,

Lives the snow thief.

On cold nights,

When the snowflakes spill from the clouds,

The snow thief scared the clouds,

To his mountain they go.

Dreams

I see a little butterfly,

His only dream

To fly,

From one flower to another

In his short little life.

Today another bird will see the light,

Slowly it will be tought to fly,

To sing

And to have fun.

In the short life

It lived so far.

But unlike them,

That human child

His life many times the bird’s or butterfly’s

Cries in a corner of his room

His life heading towards doom.

Even with human’s longer life

Dreams for him hardly comeby.

And even when,

Human got some

Falte likes to have it’s fun.

For some,

Dreams come and go

Like river’s waters

Reality forces them to go.

But for a little

Unfortunate soul

Dreams overflow

Confusion takes it’s roots in him.

Leaving his brain to overheat.