Found Poetry 716

8/15/21

take an axe to my leg
you cannot chop me down
because your words are wooden and wrong
I paint mine alive, sudden and strong
take a stab
no point will dare land
because your words are servants, collected with no respect
mine are friends, together we work and rest

This poem was created from Grimms' Fairy Tales by the Brothers Grimm. Click here to get Grimms' Fairy Tales.

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