We write poetry
sometimes.
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
Childish
shoes untied,
I’m nimbly dashing
I take a slight fall,
stumbling upon earth
like Alice,
I have encountered a wonderland
chasing a rabbit
into the unknown
“Off with her head!”
I faintly hear
“I’ve lost it already,” I scream
untidy curls poke the sky
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