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Leah's Poetry...hold the applause...

there is a tree

in a place beyond the mind

with branches long

and leaves full of wind.

there are a million stories there.

will you tell me one?

i like pink panthers that creep around deep green

garden walls and slither past unsuspecting black light.

it paints a beautiful picture of

bottle caps and dolls ripped open

lying sadly in the gutter.

and a witch on a magic kite

drinking swiftly of the dark rich chocolate that is mud.

for eyes there is no consideration.

for minds there is no relief.

for words there is nothing but themselves.

i dream of gray clouds in a heavenless sky full of thunder

There is a book

lying on my bedroom floor

it is open to a page

with a picture of the sky at night

and it is very beautiful.

The stars are dancing to a piccolo

played by the moon, with an open wide face of scars

and three little children sitting in corners all alone, with sunwashed faces

and eyes as blue as the bright sky.

there is a doll in the center, with crystal eyes in a wooden mask

a myriad of roses

is a wall in the corner

dancing very hard.

I wouldnt mind knowing everything
or thinking that I did
Or finding out some long secret
they thought that I would miss.
What could I find
If I lay down to cry?
Grief never dies
Until loves flight

I know the worlds not out against me
but its not my instrument
I know that some minds yearn for knowledge
and some are crude and bent
what would they say
if they saw me this way?
Cant fly, cant flail
Cant see the night

If I can see through flimsy skin
Life through dawns
first morning light;
Though I know how
Im still a crow
looking for a peacocks light.