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Beauty In The Dark
Contributed by
themonk
on
Wednesday, 8th February 2006 @ 08:52:51 AM in AEST
Topic:
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The flowers move so suspiciously at night.
Poking at the setting glow
In the western sky.
The last glow of fallen heroes in the
Setting sun.
Though she is not a butterfly, a moth can be
So beautiful.
And when dust has fallen to night,
The cereus and angel's trumpets
Will call her name in
Careful whispers.
To her duty, she gives the flowers life,
So we can see them each morning,
As they are. Always--
So beautiful.
For the moth, there is no sight, no nod,
No acknowledge of.
She has already gone.
Lowers her head into the bark
To disappear.
She leaves the stage with modesty
And slips behind the curtains,
Almost in shame.
Yet always knowing that without her, they won't survive.
She had her midnight show, and the moonlight to be
Her only audience.
The dawn has broke, the butterflies rise
And the sun will glorify their
Existence.
And the flowers have already forgotten
Who kept them alive.
(comments please)
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Re: Beauty In The Dark
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by Former_Member on
Wednesday, 8th February 2006 @ 09:35:21 AM AEST
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Amazing, beautiful,and mystic!
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