Christopher Goat

Christopher Goat
Christopher Goat

Thursday, December 19, 2013

Lullaby

A single flower,
Withers away.
So much is broken here,
We live another day.
Dark clouds are coming now,
Coming o so soon.
Whispers through my heart,
And dances on the blue.
Fly away,
My soft little butterfly.
Cry for me,
As I float beneath these dreams.

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