I am out the window
and on my way...
Dorothy
on the yellow brick road,
while the Tin-man carries
my coat
and the Cowardly Lion
hums a song and drags
my luggage.
Like always,
I'm moving into your Oz
between the hours of one
and five.
It's my finest magic trick
performed with only
two eyelids, and
a click of my heels.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem