Another Untitled

The crystal blue,
crisp in the sky,
gentle just to hold,
and light just to fly

The little sounds quake,
aware in the light,
then muffle away,
in such dear fright.

They seem to be frightened,
by one thing or another,
bitten and bleeding,
caused by it's mother

Then held up to see,
little glory ahead;
Crashed in the ground,
and laid down to bed.

With each little gift,
a curse taints the soul,
smaller perhaps,
but it will meet it's goal.

With each perfect whisper,
and now detailed plot,
a little known secret,
is now worth alot...

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© KayD [2006]