A Snowy Night-
Snow slowing falling,
Night silently calling,
The stars start drawing,
Upon the moonlit sky.
My heart isn't something you can tamper with,
Something you can break.
My heart has never been one of your toys,
It was always itself.
My heart could tell you stories of years long ago,
Stories of holidays and family fun.
My heart has always been itself,
A story that needs to be told.
I can't pick a topic,
And all of my ideas are catastrophic,
I could do something kaleidiscophic,
But that might end up being toxic.
Night and Day-
Dark is that night,
That is filled with frights,
Light is the day,
That is filled with beautiful sun rays.
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The butterfly’s end
the caterpillar’s beginning