The sound of little wheels
A debate on what to do
In the future that is now the present
Laughing so hard her face is cracking
And the little wheels move without movement
Musicals in the mind
Theatre becomes a crazy conversation
Hats stained with raindrops
Skateboards on the pages
Little wheels on the cupboard
Flags on the wall
With different shapes
Of colurs
And the little wheels still turn
And never reach a destination
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The Wild in My Mind
PoetryA on-going poetry selection of little sparks that flutter into my mind from emotions, passions and the elsewhere... (#428)
