The Bubble Wonderland

I dreamed of a gathering of Artists
I saw Keats, Monet, Lewis, Dickinson…

I heard John read poetry in a silky tone
Claude’s Clos Normand appeared before me
His obsession was a pure visual feast
I fought through the illusionary perception
to find my way to Clive’s wardrobe
I threw myself to crack open the path of truth
only to meet the coldest deceiving heart
Then, I heard Emily crying out
” Don’t shut the door…”

Author: Cassa Bassa

🇦🇺🇨🇳 inquisitive, observant, witty, a thinker, was a misfit child 😊

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