lacuna by Kyra Kaya (17, California)

I walked across an empty Road
The Road walked across Me
My head spins Round and Round again,
Carousel never seems to Cease

Three birds fly by, One says Hello!
And cuts the long, red String--
My Eyes, they fall and hit the ground
A crying violin

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Is this the world men speak of Dear?
Hearts burst, time flies then drowns
A clock winds up and never stops
Silence never allowed.

Picture Frames shatter in Two
Float against the wind,
Memories I cannot grasp in
The small Palm of my Hand.

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