I will hold my pen to bed
When the day comes with no words for poetry
I will dream of our infant voices
as mother warns us to quit the dashes
Yet we will run into to the kitchen
Hiding and seeking
Happy and smiling
Tag: inspiration
The Carnival, Poetry by Guessella Daniels
One day when I was young I watched a carnival
beyound the boundaries of my confines
sitting on a tree trunk
Out of curiosity being rhapsodic about his stunning
red color constrasting with his black facial mask and red bill
Moving beyond the boundaries of my confines
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