Rapunzel.
Snatched away, Trapped up high
Neither reaching ground nor the sky
The brick walls that surround me either side,
are the only things that listen when I have cried.
The only window, I let my golden hair fall
as it shimmers in the welcoming sun, against the ivy wall.
By the windowsill I let my musical voice flow and soar
In hope that my voice will reach someones door.
I wait alone brushing my wavy mile long locks,
waiting to hear that spell breaking knock
The knock that signals my cries of plea and dread had been heard
but instead has been often mistaken for a flying bird
As I feel the hope inside me wither away,
another night in this tower I must stay.
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Children's Fairytales and poetry.
PoésieMagical unicorns, dragons and little elves. The wonders of a magical land, yet physically known to man, but each day new secrets are unfolded through the imagination of others. To inspire young children, here are a series of short stories and poems...
