Mirror mirrors; fall off every wall.
I think the sky is falling,
the bees are chirping and the birds are buzzing,
the dogs meowing and the cats are barking,
Moos are croaking and the cows are frogging,
such a sunny-night,
feverishly smiling; strutting about through the withering fields of browning dandelions,
the laughter in his head plays back like an eerie ghost ship symphony; of which he sleeps to when the sol shines and awakens to at sunset,
conscientiously perplexed,
I know this person in the shards of many mirror mirrors,
for he finds his voices within the abberational madness.
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Author:
Zapatron (Pseudonym) (
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This is so complex that i had to read it twice! The style is incredible. Well done!
Appreciate your reading, I hope you take care of yourself beauty.
Hello RiverJordan,
A great poem.
Being delirious plays so many wonderful images on our minds.
Keep writing FineB
Thank you FineB, peace and light to you.
Hmmm this is the 2nd piece of yours i have read and its much clearer than the first i'm pleased to add.
I think you describe the poets mind puzzle very well here. Very well indeed.
It's going into my favourites.
Hmmm this is the 2nd piece of yours i have read and its much clearer than the first i'm pleased to add.
I think you describe the poets mind puzzle very well here. Very well indeed.
It's going into my favourites.
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