The Purple Brick Road

Living in the aftermath of Oz

Friday, November 21, 2014

3 AM


We meet again
and you are the lullaby I remember

Whisk me away
upon a shooting star
to where my inner child hibernates
in the heaving hirsute bosom of Ursa Major


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