PASSIONATE PAGES

PASSIONATE PAGES
A drowsy night with sky, the clad.
Under the blinks of stars, a lad.
Waddling weary with hunger.
To ride a mile, he's younger.

A run-out of home around the dome,
With hurts heldin he began to rome.
Marched away with a migrant mood,
Guess he thought of nothing a food.

Moon, his dude and Sky, his foe.
Glowing the dark tip to the toe.
A pass time friend has played the act.
Closer to each, a flawless fact.

Breezy winds blowing cold,
But this guy is bending bold.
Follows the friend so high but close.
Poor child, hoping to stay the pose.

Vanishing hunger by the sings.
With voice out the beak, the flying wings.
The glossy creatures around for glance,
He claims his joy at that instance.

A long time travel seeks an end,
His new friend packs a final send.
With tears of gleam from both the hearts,
Not knew they rowed in different carts.

The dieing friend before the sight,
Leaving now with words of plight.
Throbbing strain, a ballad brine.
The end of dream with withering vein.

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