PenguinBird by bird, count the sky.Penguin
Light blue feather's, all that fly.
Ancient headdress, awkward pose,
Lean to the left, stick out your nose.
Symmetry in motion
In action,
In words.
Symmetry in helpless,
Grounded,
Young birds.
HandsTell me deep, dark secrets I never want to hear. Lock me in a closet so I may face my fear. Open arms and fresh mowed lawns will never be the same. Wide and short, I'll sift and sort, and wonder why I came. Boiled corn and soggy pie are all we have in store. Long awaited, long debated, all I want is more. A simple hug and parting smile cool like chilled remains. They wipe away just the same as the stubborn stains. I cannot find an antidote, cannot find a cure. All I find, in my search, is the hard, unstable floor. As high as I can reach, I'll never understand, Exactly what it mHands
The Piper's DanceSandpiper, standing where he may - A simple place to stand. A simple game to play. Always running back and forth, If he only knew, The waves are coming every time, His game would soon be through. I've never been so good, At watching others play. I wish to join the game. But I'd scare the bird away. So here I sit and watch, And dig my toes in sand - The grains of larger rocks, All smashed by God's own hand. The sun absorbed in rock, Is only here for me - To keep my small toes warm, Which aggrevates the Sea. The waves try with PoseiThe Piper's Dance
Candle
Thanks for the watch dear!
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You would if you had robot ears....
STF
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# et puis...
# ... un rêve sans étoiles est un rêve oublié
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