I've always been an odd pearl.
Asymmetrical and irregular.
Sharp, deviated and iridescent, some see beauty others cast stones.
Silly gremlins, your stones turn to dust... You can't catch this earthbound sprite.
Those who've have heard my call, know this.
Blurp, spudder and gurgle is the sound of this mighty heart.
- Author: Night Owl ( Offline)
- Published: March 13th, 2019 19:24
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 25
Comments2
The black sheep prevails.
Tis true :))
Love this!
Oh TY Bo :))
Thanks for the wonderful read!
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