The thoughts of the mouse that squints up at us.

by Illma Gore
You are dreaming
It is long ago, many centuries And you are in a country where English Has never been heard You have a message about love
That you want to share But no one understands anything that you say You feel helpless, like you are failing And you know that the dream is almost over One by one you take each person in your arms And look …
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