If Memories Were Butterflies
Monday, March 16, 2015
Metaphor for Night
And the sky was painted by the sun
The ground was embraced by the shadow
And like a child is warmed in bed
The ground fell into gentle slumber
And Mother turned on the night light
So the moon winked on in the sky
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