Child Day Born
Wendsday child filled with woe born into choas cold empty shadow.
she who shivers while her baby glows
small feet and eyes simply close
A tight fist hearth a crying mist
skin that is dark who fathomed sun kiss
kissed on the bridge
of thy nose
curiosity strikes thee small eyes that follow
magnetic warmth that only you dream about cookies and candles and a water spout
hope cools the steam off a dragon's snout an image of worry succeeds his doubt
fire flares but only rage finds out broken glass only acommpany a shout
she knows pain... and he knows now
A love tie broken but why tight bounds?
Fragile mind do you feel sadden at all?
you laugh and play
pass river sheep small
you will seek out the forest trees tall
mysterious uplifts whenever you fall
they beck your name they need not call.
You're just a babe
A scattered brain U
what path do you take
You must be brave!
you suddenly peer a great goldenly gate
clever u are not
so vines you break,
unnecessarily so plant life you take
the spirit of wonder you seemingly shake
It's The women who used her hand as a plate!
She guides your light so bright and so pure all through the night her lullaby cures
She chased away your lonesome fear
You feel comfort now that she's here
she a flower who wilts away
pours u her soul as her leaves turn grey
you are captivated by the beauty of her growth she whispers to you like a sacred oath
she will say to love and to pray and always be wise her eyes will cry you seem to know why.
she can no longer play in Marvelous May
the sun has to set at the end of the day.
you weep the woes of wistful Wednesday.
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