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Crayon Box Dreams
Her crayon box of dreams has at last grown
up and she no longer colors outside
of bound'ry lines, nor into stardust thrown
the rigid rules of ancient social guide.
Her crayon box of dreams has faded now,
somehow turning color into dreary
shades of brown, fading into shadow's vow
of docile living, forever weary.
Her crayon box of dreams asserts itself
in midnight madness nightmare scapes that flash
the wild kaleidoscope of her once self,
and into colors if she dares to splash
her crayon box of dreams again shall grow,
and rigid rules shall into stardust throw.
Copyright ©
Chetta Achara
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