More poems by Color_the_Shadows

Alice, why so scared? We're in a wonderland!

Singing flowers,
Talking Blue birds,
my mind is a fairy tale

and My vision
is distorted
but in a way that everyone would love to see

Pretty little butterfly
Flutter Fly
So free and i can see the sparkling raindow

Oh the sunny hours
when the rain has stopped
and little flowers sing thier songs

of little things
Hats, Cats, and things like that
A song that all could understand

Singing flowers,
Talking Blue birds,
my mind is a fairy tale