Her smile beguiling Her eyes Like an ocean deep Her walk a glide She dresses divinely Some would say She is an angel But wait Listen to her voice Hear her screech Then you will know She is a witch
This book represents a thirty-day period of my poetry journal. Each poem addresses
the dominant thoughts occupying my mind during the early morning hours of a given
day.
Dear readers, this is my third book of poems, and inside are a special collection of what have turned out to be not only MY personal favorites, but also the favorites of many of YOU. Some of these have never been available in print before...
Ha haaaa! This is SO very well done! Reminds me of Snow White ...when the witch used her magic to look like a kind old lady giving her the apples.
Thanks,
Emilie
In Spirit,
Bear