Elsa Bear

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Too Many Movies - Poem by Elsa Bear

i step into this technicolour dreamworld
unknowing, full of questions.
brightly painted flowers
surround me.
faded denim skies and,
cotton wool clouds above me.
a hot air baloon
with room for one more awaits me.
the sun beats down,
baking the path that lays before me.
following that brick road
to whatever lies beyond,
my ruby shoes guide me
to that tortured city
on the emerald horizon.

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, May 21, 2005

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