With a few blackened edges
And some mysterious corners,
A rusty, old merry go round
Stood poised, elegant as ever.
The glowing fairy lights looked
Like a glittering waterfall
That cascaded in abundance
Despite the dark pool beneath.
Some coffee brewing
In the sunlit castle
Covered in long windows and ancient books
From the top of the ceiling
To the bottom of the floor.
The walls peeking through
The emerald ivy,
Remind me of a faraway place
That I ran away from,
Perhaps in a previous lifetime.
All of these in astonishing clarity
Peek at me from a musty polaroid.
Through all it's frays and cracks
The picture seems vaguely familiar,
It's not until I look away
That I realize
It was only ever a mirror
To begin with.
- Izzie. H
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Carnivals
PoetryLove is a dagger, as said by Loki. And life is a series of unfortunate events. Since it looks a tad too dark, let's switch it up. As I see it, life is a series of carnivals. And we're trying to make sense of all the chaos as we go.This is a book on...
