there’s a white lazy cheetah with two black spots
passing somehow euphoric through my savanna room
mystically stalking something that is not, hiding behind a split second
with all his tracks concealed in time haunting the moon
and there’s smoke around his perfect face,
and his calling...
i’m falling...
and it keeps snowing...
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short poems
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The first two lines were my favourite, creating a new and thought provoking image. I'll say though the flow was odd, making it difficult for me to read fluently. Maybe more punctuation would aid this? Thanks for entering.
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