Night composes scripts
tangled lines of light and dark
for Day to play out
~~~
Prancing butterfly
wings writing a love poem
the sky reads and smiles
~~~
If only I had
let my soul pencil the script
life would have been joy
~~~
Night composes scripts
tangled lines of light and dark
for Day to play out
~~~
Prancing butterfly
wings writing a love poem
the sky reads and smiles
~~~
If only I had
let my soul pencil the script
life would have been joy
~~~