The weakness, the violence

[just_a_liche]

A shooting star, shalln't fall very far
Dim fireflies, held in glass jars
April showers, brings May flowers
Dazzling dust, tossed in wind gusts
The trap door is open
The window, half closed
The tapestry curtain vivaciously blows

Go on...comdemn yourselves. See if I give a royal goddamn. ♥

London Bridge did fall down

Comments

[only_by_half]

And when people are merely amused by you, Court Jester?