Bewitched Poem by Donna Earle

Bewitched

 


I'm sad when I'm happy
Blue when I'm green
Always a poet
Strange things have I seen
Lone but not lonely
Dark but I glow
In love with a memory
Don't want to grow old
Always a child
With love of the stars
Yet also a woman
With perfume in jars
Poetry claims me
Words are my love
Colors surround me
Like light from above
I am hiding, yet open
A secret untold
Longing for magic
Dreams to be told
I see far beyond me
To lands still un-found
Forever a mystery
I look up and then down.

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