My world, my secret drey Where I enter to dream, Every time but I check in I step on a watery stream, I take care not to step Yet, it draws me in, My soar feet all wet Healed by circling depths Oh! so keen,
My cardboard life Damp and dim Peeling plasters quick, Burnt in blue, often un-clued The fragrant breeze wafts in, Pops open the can, adding Some bubbles to the ‘-ly’ Denuding iron-clad irony Now, that’s serendipity! It swivels the tresses, veiling the face, runs amok in glee, Escapes from the exit unlocked Can’t recall when I lost my keys….
I travel the starry starry night Painted the maestro’s way, Foot atop that scummy earth — You often come to stay, Anxious breath, sceptic gaze, Leaving the room astray, A child’s soul, ingenious mould Calls for caring ways, Personal, intimate, romantic gigs Drum the quixotic bones, They walk with you, catches the tune of dissonant, urban sways,
I reach out for Gogh the Vincent For stars in the azure to click, The skies so vastly apart Maybe, smog doing the trick, What else to be touched upon Memory running the tread, Whistling kettle, fuming spout Reveal an ordinary thread,
Coffee beans, noisy grind, Sieving emotions in mess, Know distillation arduous, thoughts moving through quirky base, Gogh growing Pino’s nose Gibberish at it’s best Sniffing storm in the mug —
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