Hitting A Wall….


The brick road wasn’t yellow

The tunnel had no light

Running through a meadow

Broken string off flew the kite

The rule book had no paper

The map had not one line

The minute hand was missing

The clock ran out of time

Iridescent bubbles

Popped without a care

Fleeting possibilities

Like smoke…went up in air…

Cooyright © Murrsma 2015


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