MelodyMelodyMelody
Shades of gray, transparent 'Gainst the backdrop of solemn site Leaves incased in icicles Melt in patches of moonlight
Colors keep reflecting Off the dewdrops that keep raining And the sky seems to be smiling At the picture it keeps painting
Watch them dance amongst the
Tints and hues in artifical glee Cut by the blades of grass with feet That refuse to bleed
Call it a miracle if you will Or perhaps a melody Of stories that are buried deep Within their memory
No escape until the sun Lingers on
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//thezimchick
{the truth is out there}
{and so are sheep!}
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