Under the Moon
Light as the wind and smooth as it breezes,
follow the patterns of my own belifs.
Nauture is beaustiful, yet wicked and wild,
human nauture can be cruel and wonderdful.
Watch the time that turns so slowly,
everything goes within a second of blinking.
New life breathes inside of my old bones,
transforming the unchangeable ways of me.
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I love writing it is just the best way I can express myself. A really nice person to get along with, just trying to come out of my shell more.
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