BeautyA Poem by The Glassface
Eyes crackle with an early morning spitfire
Alive, A world that had made my obituary Please let me sleep my gracious swan Fly away, sweetly Entreat me to my vacation Reach for the sun Aim for the moon So many beautiful ways for light to see Dance away to a subtle symphony Rivers flow from forgotten lakes With fading shores © 2010 The Glassface |
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