by Cole McNamara / perilpoet

In a forest of upside-down bumblebee's knees,
moonlight twirls on a peppermint breeze.

Through marbled clouds on a chartreuse sky,
silent fluffles bounds on by.

Glass turtles swim in a lemonade sea,
where whispers bloom on a chortling tree.

Stars scribble sonnets on the back of the night,
where dreams are spun in the absence of light.

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