Tuesday, April 16, 2013

Glowing Strands

And so the ribbons have been found
Quoting all phrases around
A way to thank while losing air 
A sketch of ink is oh so rare
It is a triumph hard to find 
But one you'll never leave behind
When the miseries can't get much worse
Put your tragedies in a hearse
A if the little light won't show
Just to know the colors flow

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