Beneath the hill filled with naked trees
a flock of plastic flamingos seem to thrive,
where ducks swim over a flooded street
right below the sign: 'Blind Drive' -
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maybe you have been there before Smoky. who is to say lovely poem
@poet's notes: i strongly agree, as it happens with some souls extraordinary... a nice poem about your particular feelings... the clouded sky reflects fathoms deep into a pond below the hilltop rim, looking upon this little arcane scene I feel as though I could jump down, and fall upward in - strange the feeling...
Could this be some form of reincarnation of the mind and soul? A great poem to make one pause and think.Nearly mystic in concept