Upside down

she is a winter baby
who wasn’t born in
June, July or August

her dream of a white Christmas
never happens here
she survives heatwaves
escapes bushfires
while he flees from the snow
gets cosy by a fire place

they look at the same world
in reversal
day and night
in perfect cycle
they cheated time
so did fickle love

Author: Cassa Bassa

🇦🇺🇨🇳 inquisitive, observant, witty, a thinker, was a misfit child 😊 View all posts by Cassa Bassa