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searching After the night
It is the light
That shines bright
For the might
That we take a bite
To end the quite
Spreading our right
On this unique plight
To catch our slight
Chance too sight
Life's proverbial kite
Mixing with the white
Soaring in flight
Or just falling from height
On this endless trite
Okay
after reading this verse
i will try not to curse
hating this silent hearse
it can't get no worse.
.
before singing this tune
i think of warmth and June
then I look at the moon
and turn into a lune.
.
I love a good rhyme
it takes so much time
to find the right mime
makes me who I'm.
.
~Allets~
07-21-13
3:56p
Thanks for the read it's
Thanks for the read
it's something I seem to need...