Ladybug

Lifewellspoken

As the grass grows, and the sunset shimmers, a fire burns at the moons breath.
Not a hint of tigers scent, not a hint of a ladybugs stroll.
What once was considered sacred, is now, an earths glow.

  • Author: Jason Humber (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 8th, 2010 09:22
  • Category: Unclassified
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