Lullaby let the earth spin
lullaby let me see it again
Lullaby hear the tunes sounding
Lullaby let me exerience it again
The sounds of silence
spinnning in my ear
the voice
coming
let me see it again
Lulluaby gently swinging
the past hung
betweenst
the gentleness of the sound
let the voice be heard
lullaby
gently screaming
lullaby
open entry
lullaby
show me your truth
lullaby
need no proof
the sounds of the gentle wave
gently flowing
amongst the living
lullaby
with no raves
lullaby
sitting tightly
letting loose
borne
to no amaze
loving feelings
with no attachments
loving feelings
to each day
poets quest
to end this mess
poets quest
we do it best
still no music
only phrase
lullaby
I make my own
take me now
down to home
lullaby
lives in me
lullaby
is my home
About Me
- Holly Stephenson Ceragioli
- Once upon a time, there lived a little girl. More than anything in the whole wide world, this little girl wanted to be loved. She searched many, many foreign places for love. She kissed many toads for love. She loved and she loved and she loved. The more she loved, the harder it became. Her tiny little heart was fading. Layers and layers of molten skin were binding her. Finally, the little girl exploded. She began lashing out at everything and everyone in sight. Bolts of lightning were striking all she touched and did not touch. She began to spin out of control. As she spun, rings and rings were spinning off of her painting the earth. Many colors began flying throughout the air. Suddenly, she was naked. She looked into the water and there, she found her love. Now, to find the prince…
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