Word Wrangling
Wednesday, 5 June 2013
The Sun
Grey is the sun,
Hung so far on high.
Meanly is clad,
In cloud laden sky.
Hence is the spring,
The morning is nigh.
Fake Tan Cupid
Fake tan cupid,
Burning with desire.
Gorged on false lust,
Flesh guilded fire.
Restless ever,
This beau for hire.
Always The Same
Always the same,
The change that never ends.
Natural flux,
From enemies to friends.
Life renewing,
As death leads us to birth.
Down toward skies,
Upward beckons the earth.
Welcoming tears,
Silence is blinding me.
Happiness now,
Where sadness used to be.
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