here is a little something about nothing watching the breath of another day gone by, one less gone gone of 365 to a child praying for the eternal light, scared of darkness of no certainty of what is wrong or right and as I sit under this willow tree it wispers sweet goodbye's to my return is upon the eyes sight, oh as I compose something about nothing anticipating about what is unknown.
Reason for writing:
I was inspired by the simple fact of being spontanious
Birth sign: Scorpio
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