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!!cJ4MGVqvOKw 08/28/11(Sun)15:01 No.29155271>>29155219
Wings, with the feather, rough at the tip Her step, lively, with a tendency to skip A happiness you’d have to try hard to shake Her thoughts aren’t the smartest and too often slip and she’s Across the world, with her bag full of post And she has much brighter eyes than most
Under blue skies, alone with her mail duty With wind under wing, spring’s air smells so fruity And when they feel pity, a pity for her she feels pity, that they can’t see such natural beauty and she’s Lucky to be there, glad to be lost And she has much brighter eyes than most
She’s resting on clouds, watching the world With her wings to her sides, and her body curled Regretting she can’t stay there forever on her cloud, high above, as it’s blown and swirled and she’s Come and gone, too much like a ghost And she has much brighter eyes than most
When she comes home, to her daughter to hold To cherish and love and protect from the cold She thinks about all in her life she has seen with her bright eyes of black and of gold And she’s Still there holding her little girl close And she, like her mother, has eyes brighter than most
I don't know why Suckmyoff gets a bad rap. I see him contribute fairly regularly, and he writes some pretty neat poetry. I especially love this piece. Do you actively hate people, dude? |