How does the little crocodiles

With their shining teeth

Find a swamp to dream in

Where the fish are

Lovely fishes from fishy kingdoms

How the wind would blow them in

Like spirits from the trees

Somewhere in a swamp

The crocodiles dream.

The leaking faucet was fixed

Sky was so blue

As if the possible

Was expanding new sounds

Soon the clouds will give way

Those dark clouds

Let the sun shine please

Through the doors

Though the windows

And into my room

The room within me.




 

Mind over matter...

Heart it!