Black Rabbits
Beating Hearts And Ticking Clocks
Unimaginable moments, stir tedious beats
of ravaged hearts, leaning over the edges
Broken apart by a beast of the least
self serving, doing what ere he pleases
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Discarded and crumpled, a refuse to ignore
revealing unlovely beauty marks
Promises made, left to decay on the floor
becoming something sinister in the dark
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The universe dances, adding curves to maneuver
begging for a partner to carry a tune
Giving no guarantees the path will get any smoother
black rabbits scheming, neath the moon
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So, where will we go, as the world careens
I guess sooner or later we'll know
All the secrets that still somehow remain unseen
and the freedom from just letting go
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Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
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Love how it drops off at 'least' then picks back up. 'Something sinister in the dark' Love this line. I love the nod to the autumn leaves here too. The promises in place of the leaf. Black rabbits scheming. Oh this is a symbol of something. Someone. A rather large group of people. I think I know the kind. 'The freedom from just letting go.' when I got to the last line. It gave me a feeling that you know that we now know, what you are referring to. Love this. Very well thought out 🤗❤️
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