cacian
12-20-2011, 01:54 PM
I see the fun
I hear it twirl,
the sound is rushed
around in loops,
it is magic
lifting the moon.
I see the fall
I hear it blue,
the cretes in bloom
appear serene,
the leaves are plumes
the scent is bliss,
it drizzles floss
of honey dew,
ahead,
a shore
waves at the moors,
scenic on seas
capture a rift
marhmallows dunes.
I see the feel
I hear the words,
a story glows
thousands of flows,
pages abreath
of scripted reves,
capture the realm
a mondaine plot,
that flickers hopes
in cryptic tones
wishing the world
a land of best.
I hear it twirl,
the sound is rushed
around in loops,
it is magic
lifting the moon.
I see the fall
I hear it blue,
the cretes in bloom
appear serene,
the leaves are plumes
the scent is bliss,
it drizzles floss
of honey dew,
ahead,
a shore
waves at the moors,
scenic on seas
capture a rift
marhmallows dunes.
I see the feel
I hear the words,
a story glows
thousands of flows,
pages abreath
of scripted reves,
capture the realm
a mondaine plot,
that flickers hopes
in cryptic tones
wishing the world
a land of best.