© Tas 4-11-00
Alice Doesn't Exist Here Anymore
So many tears
ebony tide
dragging me down
through the looking glass darkly
Alice doesn't exist here anymore
She's gone
forever a memory
forgotten plaything
left to rot 'neath the stones
The flowers are pretty here
colors and colors
some, anyway...
Others droop over
lives spent for their beauty
decaying relics in forgotten vases
People pass by, unaware
uncaring
intent on their own grief
Their duty
Shadows lengthen
day draws down
Mists lay a white blanket
A golden moon shines down over all
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