There are days I draw
On my textbook pages,
Of little rabbits playing,
Wishing I could sink
Into the pages and run
Away with them.
I want to follow
The Rabbit
Down the Rabbit's Hole,
Shrinking my fears,
Growing my love,
Fearless,
Loving,
Growing.
I want Alice to grab my hand,
And run away with me,
Into a land where everything
Exists,
And yet nothing
Matters.
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Delicate Flower
PoetryThis is a Compilation of my originals poems, mostly drawn from my real life, some inspired by others'. From happiness, motherhood, sadness, grief, anger, this compilation of works really covers emotions and thoughts covering a wide range of experie...
