Roar of engines, and bright lights, would keep the city ablaze at night
Half past 2am after earning was done
Her only ally was the sun
That had retired much earlier to its bed
And said no more, silent, dead.
Then came a creature that was not so tame
Silent and violent, without consent, the insect would approach the vagrant scent
Some may say there was no harm that the creature meant
However, matter not a mark is left
An itch that rests on her mind
Why could the mosquito not be so kind?
Nov 16, 2014
Nov 16, 2014 at 4:24 PM UTC
Roar of engines, and bright lights, would keep the city ablaze at night
Half past 2am after earning was done
Her only ally was the sun
That had retired much earlier to its bed
And said no more, silent, dead.
Then came a creature that was not so tame
Silent and violent, without consent, the insect would approach the vagrant scent
Some may say there was no harm that the creature meant
However, matter not a mark is left
An itch that rests on her mind
Why could the mosquito not be so kind?
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