*The Dull Dawning Sky Woke The Birds,
As It Metamorphosed In Grace,
The New Day Deserved No New Words,
For She Would've Taken Them With Her,
As Well As Every Waining Breath,
She Brought With Her Spirits For Life,
She **** With Her Spirits Of Death,
To Bring Them Back To The Heavens*
Mar 22, 2013
Mar 22, 2013 at 8:44 AM UTC
*The Dull Dawning Sky Woke The Birds,
As It Metamorphosed In Grace,
The New Day Deserved No New Words,
For She Would've Taken Them With Her,
As Well As Every Waining Breath,
She Brought With Her Spirits For Life,
She **** With Her Spirits Of Death,
To Bring Them Back To The Heavens*
I Get The Privilege Of Watching The Sunrise Everyday.. This Triolet Is A Little Off! Sorry Folks:)
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