breathless murmurs escaped in the night
all because i wasn't up for a fight
but the chance, it was there!
it dangled in front me, on a thread in the air
colorless still, black and white, half and half
beautiful old photograph
leaves not stirring in the wind
never mourning over sin
topsy turvy, upside down
what is sky, and what is ground?
underground, the chickadee sings
up above fly rabbits with wings
light shone where it shouldn't
dark stayed, but it wouldn't
red was green and violet yellow
mice were wild, the lions mellow
nothing's ever what it seems
in any of alice's crazy dreams
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☾moonpoems☽
Poetry© 2016 SwitchandMixie highest rating: #159 in poetry i wrote these crappy things so please don't take :) there are no capital letters in this book because sometimes we need a break from capital letters that scream at us and make everything s...
