Yesterday I still went powdered and addicted
Into the many-colored sounding world.
Today everything has long since drowned.
Here is a thing.
There is a thing.
Something seems like this.
Something seems otherwise.
How easily someone blows out
The whole flowering earth.
The sky is cold and blue.
Or the moon is yellow and flat.
A forest has many individual trees.
There's nothing more to cry about.
There's nothing more to scream about.
Where am I -
Ash Wednesday
Alfred Lichtenstein
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Poem topics: moon, sky, today, world, scream, blue, earth, long, flat, cold, individual, yellow, yesterday, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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