Alice In Wonderland
Forever falling, calling up
An unfamiliar hole,
All alone she ponders
What futures will bestow
Only lonely thoughts
To provide any hope
And so,
Her ride does end
And Alice crawls into wonderland
Every face is a friend
As she entertains and pretends
When she weeps
For a change
That face will
Turn away
Unbiased
Alone and scared in
A daunting forest
Her face drips wet,
But she's not alone
They crowd around
And guide her way
On the race to realism
poem by April Swan
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