mrs. moon stole the pot of gold
when the sky showered the earth with love and wrath.
mrs. moon stole the pot of gold
while the sun was taking its steamy bath.
...
What could be more spellbinding
than the night that hides
all the imperfections of world?
As fair as death,
...
you destroyed the universe and got away with it
simply because you were loved
you were permitted to drown the world
because you were loved
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I lay my hands on you; fingers intertwined
as if I am about to utter a prayer
The sky outside is quite blue
but I wish it was a little grayer
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Pappepee is a bumble bee
who wants to have a honey tree
why? he simply is a lazy bee!
he flew over the sea
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do not stand beside me; you might look into my ear, see my brain and read my thoughts
that is a little too much; you already hear my heartbeat echoing through the walls
through the soft pillows and the clean white sheets
through the sweet morning breeze we both breathe
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Once there was a nightcrawler
Burrowing, burrowing, burrowing....
One day, it got sick of feeding on the rotten leaves;
the rotten trunks, the rotten flesh.
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Once there was a moon standing on the horizon - glowing fiery red
The people however wanted it blue - they wanted the moon to fall dead.
Behind the moon's glowing face is a dark and cold cratered crust;
the dusts are not moving tainting it's surface like rust.
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there are days when things are pouring amidst a long drought
but the pen simply can't even make a word come out
this is what happens when the mind wanders and the eyes dwell
when the ears can't distinguish the sound of a bell
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Rest well, my beloved
but keep those precious thoughts
I'd also keep them with me
as well as carry the light you've brought
...