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The Sound Of The Morning, [ Nature]
The sound of the morning
whispered clearly in my ear
as the nightingale sang it's melodic song.
Flickering Butterflies drifted from bloom to bloom
taking joy in the abundance of nectar
dripping from within.
as they carried bursting drums of pollen
to a queen so pure.
Ant's scurried within the cracks of walls
busying as the day went on.
brightly showing off their splendor
to the wonders of the world.
Dark clouds formed
as flies took to the air
fearless in their plight
as birds ...
I woke up in the morning
With a head that's not really mine
As this one hurts and throbs
While mine felt quite sublime
I look into the mirror
And see a twisted face
I know that that one cannot be mine
Someone must have taken my place
I open my quivering mouth