Sleeping there,
They were free.
Near a garden,
And a Shaking tree.
The tree was silent,
The pillow was loud.
The people were sleeping,
In a sleeping crowd.
The closed ears,
Were helping them, To sleep.
They were free,
Inside a dream, Too deep.
And the pillow stayed there, Screaming!
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Chaos, Meaning and Poetry
PoetryIf you like weird, chaotic or deep poetry then this book is for you. You can find almost anything here, from Frying fish to Battlefields. Most of the poems are weird, hihi.
