Switching On, Off, On, Off, On, Off...

Poem By Purple 97 Angeline

a glimpse over my left there's gloomy clouds
a glance over my right the sun's blooming
the front's waving and calling out for me
the back's hovering and dragging me
looking out from the castle it all seems so beautiful and free
looking in from the greenlands it's a caged up world in there
the daunting willows invites
the autumn leaves chases
as spiral wind swirves round and round
dusty leaflings fall to the ground
one huge strong sweep
everything stops to a standstill.

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