Grass Roots Freud

Little me was known as Winnie’s Shadow;

Baby birds [fledglings] chirping “Mama Whoa!”

Animals dream – I think – kaleidoscope;

Life evoked “me” disappearing…a black hole.

At night, lights fluctuate, dark wall, gravestone;

becoming everyone else’s shadow.

Persevere mischievous Crow, be the flow.

Barefoot in the purple flowers, meadow –

Learning to live and like myself – alone.

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