My world is grey with no sunlight.
Birds of a feather sing atonal.
Genius is my first name,
Madness,my last.
Call me and I'll run away
to my own world
where animals are human
and people don't see me.
I hear myself talking
but it's not me.
There are,you say,
no grey areas
in your land of black and white,
where animals are just animals
and people watch your every move.
Lonely lyrics to the air.
No one hears you,no one's there.
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Julia, I came over from Laura Eno's blog. This poem is truly beautiful. Wow. Look forward to reading more of your writing. Will wander through more now.
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