Poezie
the wrong Alice
1 min lectură·
Mediu
dreams melt into one another
like chocolate squares
on top of a hot pudding
they grab my frustrations
and fantasies
and turn them into
perfect circles
then a hula hoop
mind dance begins
centrifugating reason
off the chess board
real kings and queens
step on to watch me
chasing black kittens
or white rabbits
I never catch them
I must be
the wrong Alice
even if they are
my dreams
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