Planetary doubts, questions, thoughts
plant beautiful gardens in my silly mind
covered with all sorts of colored kites
that penetrate the grey, unwelcoming skies;
a lone cat has turned into a fierce tiger.
The sun has no door but I didn’t mind
as long as I’ve been upset with the past
it reminds me like a knot on my bedpost
about dragging you away from this mess
only sleeping with the sound of bells and chimes
You’ll find the moon, I’ll find my best dress
putting on my favorite shiny crimson shoes,
we’ll skip upon every stubborn constellation
creating a wonderland in this blackness
I’ll freeze your smile, I’ll keep it in my pocket
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