Madness In Purest Form
Take me back
To the summer it snowed
To the end of the river
Where the fish simply glowed
To the edge of the forest
Where the trees tried to run
To the middle of the night
When the moon kissed the sun
To the dance of the dead
Where the music was loud
The song of the voiceless
When the shy ones were proud
Copyright © Jezabella Singe | Year Posted 2013
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