UnderYourSpell
Gerund Whore
- Joined
- May 20, 2007
- Posts
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My composure is as thin as the skin
I was born in, but why?
My Skylark sings distantly out of sight,
a fluttering of wings grasping frantically
at the air, before falling, falling
seeking sanctuary in her nest
just taken, scattered by life's mower.
I was born in, but why?
My Skylark sings distantly out of sight,
a fluttering of wings grasping frantically
at the air, before falling, falling
seeking sanctuary in her nest
just taken, scattered by life's mower.