A moth turns to dust
when it touches something that
it ought not to have
About Me
- Unknown
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The hounds howl in the
nighttime because nobody
loves them anymore
The eyes that twinkle
fill the season with cheer
and my heart with joy
Sugar on a snail
would it turn sweet or explode?
Only one way to find out
A strong wind that howls
Soaring majestically
A wise old eagle
Rising from deep blue
whales from the realms of the dead--
blood in the water
Shrill shrieks of the crow
bring thoughts of the afterlife --
How my blood runs cold
Rocking and Rolling
as she danced the night away--
flowers in the breeze
Hold you in my arms
'til your breathing is so deep--
and now I relax
The Liberty Bell
rings out for independence --
Bird song for freedom
Longs to be embraced
Chains at my ankle say no
Modern working man
To live by the desk
rather than die by the sword
is no way to live
A moth turns to dust
When it touches something that
it ought not to have
Summon the sandman
to make me sleep. That way I
can at least dream it.
Butterflies flutter
by, but not as fast as my
heart when I'm with you.
Waterfalls cascade
into beautiful pale blue
leaving me breathless