The eggs sat alone
no one picked them up
to take them home
The kids sat inside
while tapping at screens
their eyes dried
The easter bunny
was never around
typing only found
And then we walk around
like zombies and wonder
why such sad faces?
Well joy ran away
with imagination and eggs;
looking for new places
(A/N: Friendly reminder to please go and enjoy Easter today. Go out, spend time with family, hunt for some eggs or something :-) Lots of love, kitty xx )
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PoetryEunoia (n.) beautiful thinking. Galaxies in her head, light in her soul, Beauty in her words, passion beyond control, Writing for love, trying to stay whole. A collection of poetry. Each chapter is an untold story, conceive it...
