Leanne - Stephan: stop rhyming now. It hurts.
I can't even begin to critique the content, which I suspect is quite good, until you put it into a form that suits it.
More in Cats with Opposed Thumbs, Chalices of Mucus, and Several other Oddities to Avoid Whilst Poeting
Dreams Variation in White
To curl into a ball
In some sunless place,
To bounce in darkness
Til blackness is my face
Then weep and weep
Beneath a tall tree
As dawn steals away
my identity
yes, that is my dream
To curl into a ball
behind the jealous moon
Bounce, Bounce Bounce
rhythm with no tune
Find myself in morning
beneath that same tall tree
broken tenderly
another end to me
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