Wednesday, February 12, 2014

A prose, aight?

Sleepless nights
Take all my might
To focus my sight
On the brightest of lights
A flash of blinding white
Gotta keep things tight
To soar new heights
Where they fly the highest of kites
A tale of my plight
Already finished not quite
Until the day I set things right
Adventures forever I now invite
Come now, I promise not to bite.

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