A Drop Of Water (To Harry) - Poem by Jolanta Gradowicz
A dropp of water cuddled up
To a sprig of a mountain fir.
A magic, see-through ball turned up –
A useful tool for every dreamer.
But the dropp hung dangerously,
And sway on the evergreen tree.
What a poor dream – such clumsy.
For a while I was a fairy…
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