Castle Grand - Poem by Angelica Vargas
There my castle lies, on top of a mountain high.
Strongly built and clad on stones and rocks so fine.
Beneath the sun rays which are of pure gold and dime.
Feeling the cold breeze of melted snow and pine.
I may walk or may run, but still I think I'm far.
I may ask the bird for wings and fly,
A dragon so mighty to take me unharmed,
on the garden of my castle longed and grand.
I may whisper on the wind and wish for some advice,
Or ask the mighty wild on how to reach my land.
For that castle though mine and only mine,
Is yet too far and still lay not on my hand.
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