Slowly stroll,
into that tiny city,
with wooden dolls
and plastic trees.
...
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Beautiful. The details of the beauty within a snowglobe, the wooden dolls, the plastic trees, the rounded glass sky, the glitter, is so mesmerizingly portrayed. The last line cuts through, sharply, with the stark reality that is true. Lovely.
L.O.S...I love this poem...you are very talented. Whjat an interesting perspective to take...what a fantstic journey it would make...to be ohhh so small, and be able to fit in tiny places. Love the imagery! Hugs, Dee