Saturday, March 19, 2005

On the outside looking in

Tearing up tiny pieces of paper
Letting them blow away in the wind
Letting them mix with the snow flakes
My own version of shaking the snow globe
I am falling down the rabbit hole
I am looking through the looking glass
Waking up from a very strange dream
Could it be that all this time
I've been calling the color red
That the flowers do not smell
But the stars shining at night
My soul has shaken itself
My heart is yelling in my ears
My blood churns in my brain
And I am still recovering


Anonymous Anonymous said...

I like this one.

10:29 AM  

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