The cat wore glasses last Tuesday,
and the goldfish sang songs of broken teapots.
How does one cross the sky when it forgets to rain?
The trees twist and dance, their roots tickling the walls of time.
Do you hear the whispers of the falling stars,
turning pink when the world turns indigo?
Click here to discover a falling thought: Echoes of Yesterday
Or perhaps a memory to chew upon: Frozen Melodies