tagNon-Erotic PoetryYellow Brick Road ~

Yellow Brick Road ~


Following the yellow brick road
has led this Dorothy astray.
No ruby red slippers, or purring tigers
pounce and play. All I have
is a dream that one day
I will be home. Home to plant
daisies in meadows, strawberries
in rows. To plant my feet in the softest
carpet known to man. Paint my walls
yellow, have a sun room out back
coffee in the morning and a good man
to have my back. So I wander down,
prance along this yellow road looking
for a dream to happen, there is no place
like home ...

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