"Morpho", by Wingless Subscribe to rss feed for 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 13:21:16Autumn Leaves
I like it!! Good poem! I really like the rhymes and the rythem.