"Morpho", by Wingless |
So I'll cage the pain percussion, and how it feels to be me, Keep it as a butterfly, in a place you cannot see. And when the grass is green again, and the stars are all that sigh, I'll release it to the wings of wind, and whisper a goodbye. |
Posted: 2010-09-09 18:18:15 UTC |
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2010-09-10 13:21:16 | Autumn Leaves |
I like it!! Good poem! I really like the rhymes and the rythem. |