Caterpillars
Oh
Caterpillars
Where
Might
I find
Midnight
Hours
On a
Rainbow
Gloom
He
Dooms
Us all
As We
Fall
On
Open
Hands
Watch me
Skip
On
Broken
Lands
Smoking
Green
Oh so
Mean
Blowing
O's
In
Dust
Filled
Rings
How
I wonder
With
Under
All
The
Unspoken
Words
The
Stories
Heard
Dearest
Caterpillars
With
All
Who
Surround
To the
Ground
With all
Whose
Around
Let us
Drop
Down
Upon
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Enter My Fairytale
PoetryTake a walk with me as we 'enter my fairytale' where I will tell you of a 'River of Ink' and a witch from the South along with many more. you will embark on journeys thru this beautiful but twisted world in which I painted with my mind. I will show...
