I'd swim to you.
I'd follow the thread.
I'm going mad without you.


Morning's Iridescene On the December the 11thMorning's Iridescene by ~cosmo111687
I received a present
A coloured rose chai tea set
And there, what horror, drawn upon it
Was a very unpleasant pheasant
Who's mother wouldn't ween it
Even she can't help but resent
It's scowl ever present
And it's general, ugly deportment
Oh, really quite an assortment
Of unruly, wicked elements
Protrusions of nightmarish eject
Like lightning flash's reflect
But there, laid down, above it
Was a vision, quite the opposite
There, with quiet affect,
Laid an angelic egret
Who mothered many wee chicks
Tucked under her wings for three weeks
'Til soon and fast they left the nest
And there, spun the world,