Wonderland
Oh Wonderland, where art thou? Land of rabbits, of imagination. Land of talking flora, mad fauna. Land of nonsense, of unbridled curiosity. Of a world inside a world inside a girl's little head. Land of Wonder, why can't I find you?
Aasha
Poems hide
beneath these rocks
on the path to our house
flowers are born
underground
we tread upon them softly
songs rest
behind our lips
waiting to kiss the dusty air
with ordinary, unexpected hope.
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