The Dough
the canadian
dough
alice is not
everything
they come
always
even sometimes
when you
do not need them
you put the
yeast of
your dreams
and soon
everything alice
will rise
just be patient
and always
do not think
about those ugly witches
sit by His side
say something
i am beautiful
this world is beautiful
this is beauty
this is love
this is my hand
and it is holding on to yours.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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