alice

alice dawdles, the day is long…

a rabbit runs, the puzzle forms…

what happens when this girl,

eats the mushroom, to grow colossus?

the muse is in the sky,

giving light to the graying eye,

shadow of enormity, gives contrasts

making a world in itself,

elegant.

I like pie. Writing poetry for me is all done without editing or pre-thought. Enjoy the dribbles of my mind. :D

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