Lullaby waves floating up and away, Cooling temptations to dive into, Free and unique to blend in with the rest, Frail as the wish of a child upon a star, Waiting for a place to belong, Knowing that life is cruely short, We settle on the ground.
Bardic Archangel MieKarra · Tue Jan 25, 2005 @ 08:53pm · 0 Comments |