Don't ask... I dont' know. I just felt liek writting somethign and this is what jumped out.





I was climbing up a tree,
And I saw infront of me,
A butterfly wing,
That made the birds sing.

I reached out to touch it,
But couldn't quite reach it.
So I jumped out to grab it,
And in my hand I crushed it.

I fell to the ground,
With a resounding thuding sound,
And when I landed in the mote,
The wing was shoved down my throat.

I swallowed hard and it slid right down,
Because of the taste I began to frown.
Then I started to float in the sky,
And I saw in my reflection I had an Iridescent eye.

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"Great art is as irrational as great music. It is mad with its own loveliness."

lol

Thanks for the comment, as always.

As I am sure you figured this was just a funny little thing i did for fun. i felt like writing something and figured I should write something a bit different than my usuall. so... here it is.

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and i loved it!

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"Great art is as irrational as great music. It is mad with its own loveliness."