Thursday, January 31, 2013

Rid The Night

Rid the night of poison
Rid it with a smile
The colors run deep
The colors run vile
When she cried for the sun
The words floated away
Riding on wings of dreams
They were never meant to stay
All the words she couldn't say
Fell to her feet
Buried in the ground
Sprouted flowers
In another season
Does there have to be
A reason?

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