The goblins came
And took it away
They took my soul
and sped away
Neither here nor there
They spread it everywhere
Leaving me yearning
As I drift through everywhere
Like pollen, scattered
In search of buds
So does my soul drift away
The goblins thought it funny
They might have thought it kind
But oh! If only they would scurry
To find that which once was mine
To return it to me
Oh how divine
Apr 23, 2020
Apr 23, 2020 at 3:58 PM UTC
The goblins came
And took it away
They took my soul
and sped away
Neither here nor there
They spread it everywhere
Leaving me yearning
As I drift through everywhere
Like pollen, scattered
In search of buds
So does my soul drift away
The goblins thought it funny
They might have thought it kind
But oh! If only they would scurry
To find that which once was mine
To return it to me
Oh how divine
by Ilse de Klerk
Originally written in 2007: small edit made 2020.
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