Where the world is your
Where the mind is loose
Where the words are magic
Where the way is to choose
Where nothing needs logic
Where the moon isn't to snooze
Life is a twist there
The stars are tiny twinkles
Shining in the pure air,
The raindrops are sprinkles
Glowing freshly with flare,
The skins are non wrinkle
The impossible are possible
The dead are alive
The spirits aren't a fear
The absurd are wise
The goal is clear
The sky is to dive
- ME
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Poesíaand you sit in there, thinking of everyone's feelings but your own, you wonder if the moon comes up at night so the stars don't feel alone. #frostypoetry #AmayaFrost
