The moon is Cheshire Cat's smile,
His teeth throwing specs of light
Across the sky.
They are all winking at me.
I grimace back
And they laugh-
Tiny bells chiming-
I search for his eyes, but
There is no guiding twinkle
Cheshire Cat will not show me the way
Because it does not matter where I go
So long as I have the good sense
To follow the March hare and
Hope for the best
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Poetry{My soul put into words. Writing is how I put myself back together again. Writing is how I love.} **all poems are mine** HIGHEST RANKING: #30 IN POETRY & #1 IN TEEN POETRY
