A woman in a green dress is reflected
In the glass of a museum diorama,
Where the savannas are tinged with sunset,
The sky dying,
And where a group of spotted African Wild dogs are perched on a boulder,
Staring into the distance.
In another, pandas are stationed within a blue valley,
The atmosphere evolving above them.
What is reflected?
A girl in a pink skirt hurrying past with a bony mother.
A new diormama;
A fiery dome,
Stubbles of wild grass sweeping into infinity.
The horizon has a bloody accent.
Giant ostriches guard their eggs.
What is reflected?
Boys sitting on red benches.
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Someone Like Me {Poetry}
PoetryWith power there come words. And with words there comes music. And with music there comes joy. And that's why I write poetry.
