A one winged butterfly slithers into a cocoon,
an underwater village is overlooked by a waning rainbow,
eyes of sadness rain; graces the foul dirt,
ulterior whispers heard from the drafts of the wind,
a hooded man eats a bag of mushrooms; going for a trip,
the shadowless woman walks for wee hours; reciting happy songs in gloomy tounge.
a hermit on the hillside; swoons at the break of noon.
A dulled longsword lays desolate; waiting to be swung.
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Author:
Zapatron (Pseudonym) (
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