The Little Prince Poem by Frank Bana

The Little Prince



The Little Prince has come
The dreams of Saint-Exupery
A boy refused to die
And it is winter now
It too has come so late
Now that the world is warming

The snow is building in the sky
All the schools are closing
Commuter lines are dressed in white
Perhaps I will stay home and read
Sharing Saint-Exupery's dreams
My little girl and I.

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