My thought is like the Gold Crown
So tiny yet so dear.
But make a little smoochy sound
And It disappears.
My thought is like the desert.
So vast and so dry.
Heat and dust will make you merry.
Flooded in the mirage of truth.
My thought is like the ocean,
Reflecting the shimmering sun
Yet hiding so many slimy Secrets
Hunting me with dark dreams
My thought is like the moon
Glorious at night
Yet shy at day
In it holds power and MIght.
My thought is my blanket in the snow
My ice in the Heat
My light for the nights
And my forever playmate.
Feb 15, 2019
Feb 15, 2019 at 8:30 AM UTC
My thought is like the Gold Crown
So tiny yet so dear.
But make a little smoochy sound
And It disappears.
My thought is like the desert.
So vast and so dry.
Heat and dust will make you merry.
Flooded in the mirage of truth.
My thought is like the ocean,
Reflecting the shimmering sun
Yet hiding so many slimy Secrets
Hunting me with dark dreams
My thought is like the moon
Glorious at night
Yet shy at day
In it holds power and MIght.
My thought is my blanket in the snow
My ice in the Heat
My light for the nights
And my forever playmate.
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