Creeping above the night sky - ducking under stars.
Quiet. Quiet.
Rolling over sea waves and stepping on top of logs.
Quiet. Quiet.
Inching past the meadows; slithering between the grass.
Quiet. Quiet.
Sneaking through the desert: wading among the sands.
Quiet. Quiet.
Skulking in the flowerbeds. Tip-toeing on the daisies.
Quiet. Quiet.
Quite Quiet.
1 comment:
That's a really cool poem-type thingy... you know what I mean. I'm not very glib. It kind of reminds me of a chanting type song you sind around a campfire. Meh... these are my musings. Take it or leave it. Either way its cool. Good job.
Ming.
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