Romanticism

 

Like a palette of colors

Haphazardly dropped

Into a spinning realm

My logic and emotions

Became fully muddled

And time never stopped

Yet it never moved forward

Sync with my hearts- tick-tock

Then they spilled out on a canvas

Reveling to me, your bare essence

Oh, poor Alice, never had it so easy

Within her silly rabbit hole fantasy

 

Poet of the Light © 2018

 

 

 

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