Alice Lidell wrote this poem in July of 2021, sitting in the park in front of the Louvre in Paris.
The art
of the heart
is where we start
to play our part.
As we soil
and toil
Our blood boil.
When we’re scolded
We’re moulded
Into a world folded 🗺 .
But when you unfold
The cold
And the bold
Like a child
Who smiled
And laughter is heard
By the fly on the wall
And you listen to the bird 🦅
And follow your call,
Then forever
A happy ever
after.