The clouds they leaked their tears.
The rain they fell to the ground.
The earth it sang with lightness.
The sun embraced its sound.
(match the last work of the sentence with the second of the next... For those of you that don't get the flow. I do believe it's quite a cycle.)
©Odd
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Just a some what "odd" girl, living in what feels like a glass box. Hello Opuss, the savour of my sanity. my little private world amongst a life of being watched and watching.
You start as a green stud. But grow, change is on it's way. You're outgoing with a bud, No, you won't be a bouquet. Purple majesty Delightful aroma Soft, silky petals, Yet you're in a coma.
As the sisters Take their flight The dark feathers fading From our sight As they soar high Into the air All humans do Is stand and stare.
Beautiful butterfly Yet you have no colour Will they still call you beautiful When you look like no other.
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