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When the night sings it's song,
And the moon lights our hearts.
When our souls find its rest,
And we lose our guard.
Feelings roam free,
Bodies grow tired.
Eyes see only dark,
Losing their sight.
Winds through hair,
Blow minds away.
Energy flows,
But the bodies stay.
Flow to the sky,
And sing with the stars.
Leave us behind,
Travel too far.
Turn to the soil,
Grow into dust.
Nothing remains,
But an empty husk.
And the moon lights our hearts.
When our souls find its rest,
And we lose our guard.
Feelings roam free,
Bodies grow tired.
Eyes see only dark,
Losing their sight.
Winds through hair,
Blow minds away.
Energy flows,
But the bodies stay.
Flow to the sky,
And sing with the stars.
Leave us behind,
Travel too far.
Turn to the soil,
Grow into dust.
Nothing remains,
But an empty husk.
well arent I in a literatury mood x] anyway.. I found this somewhere.. and I felt like putting it up... I made it a while back.. I think it was about death.. for my uncle I think but im not really sure...
I like the word husk.. and for some reason I like using it in poems x]
anyway I dont actually like the first part.. I like it from "Flow to the sky" but before that is a little.. random or something x]
it seriously hurt me to have to put this under the "emotional" category... but it describes it best I suppose >.>
YES I CALLED IT ... BECAUSE ITS ITS NAME AND NOT BECAUSE I COULDNT COME UP WITH ONE! better believe it >.>
I like the word husk.. and for some reason I like using it in poems x]
anyway I dont actually like the first part.. I like it from "Flow to the sky" but before that is a little.. random or something x]
it seriously hurt me to have to put this under the "emotional" category... but it describes it best I suppose >.>
YES I CALLED IT ... BECAUSE ITS ITS NAME AND NOT BECAUSE I COULDNT COME UP WITH ONE!
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<Naruto face>
I BELIEVE IT.
That poem. It is glorious.
I BELIEVE IT.
That poem. It is glorious.