Halcyon poemcrafter Poems

I abhor confined spaces
But they say I reside in the mind
My physical address is the brain
A brain cell
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It’s raining balloons; am I dreaming?
No, you’re not dreaming.
Look! There are tens, hundreds, thousands of them
And they are so beautiful and colourful.
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Four inseparable letters broke into his head
And wreaked havoc.
A gang of four initials did their dirty business
And left him rags and tatters:
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Today a glimpse of happiness crossed her skies;
She stopped by and bought an ice cream.
A sudden eclipse blocked the sun rays.
And she found herself down the memories lane
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