Spirits are Flying

Spirits are flying
touching and
tainting
Our mystical sky
that celestial
painting
Touch not, taste
not
They obey no
rules
They create a
world fit for
fools
Spirits are flying
invading the
land
On the loose
they are
To ruin
man
What is
Is not
But a devilish
plot
To destroy
the love and
to make it
rot
Spirits are flying
they leave nothing
undone
O what misery
they invent
under the
sun~
~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Posted: Apr 2011

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Comments (1)

gnj4u
Hi, cafetwo2010,
I have always loved it when Spirits are flying - now, I have to reconsider!
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