Desomber

I used to look at her site
everyday
of flowers
and twigs and such
but now
not so much

while I still enjoy
I have dreams to weave
of my own
in this world
where I feel
so alone

and the Ferris wheel
twirls round and round
sometimes I’m up
sometimes
the ground

and a strange
voice
that sometimes
calls my name
remains silent in these days
that are all the same

~Jenny