Whisper lullaby

Without a sigh connection failed in whispered lullaby

Without a con, without a trace, the Winged Butterfly.

Its eyes just bulging up above

In tearful symphony,

Her arms just aching for the love

That she would take from me.

It’s just a song of give and take,

Of silent stormy thoughts, and

In the years of Heaven’s sake

She wrought the Heaven’s rot.

Come whisper to me lullaby

No rest and no release

No breath to ease this passing hour

That pleases he who sees; a lash, a gaze, a look, a spasm

The chasm of the eye. And in his ear,

Within that year, the dreadful ghost of nought

The Winged Butterfly

The Whisper lullaby.

from. Drycicles



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