I rode a red train
only to see
hills and mountains
littered with scree
a black cat a black rat
or something in between
racing the caterpillar
I was sitting in
one shy mare
with red-brown hair
one keen eye
drowning in the sky
one blue shoe
grey tracks red
one black crow
on dead Jack's head.
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Dandelions in the Snow.
PoetryThe offspring of inspiration derived from real human moments, strange magical poems, lighthearted laughter and some imagination.