Dancing on moonlight,
sunbeams wil the truth
silvery cobwebs hide the honesty in a smile,
beauty forming an evil facade.
Only a simple smile...
asking not for gold,
for spider-spun metals or jewels
of moon and sun.
The turn of his head,
twinkle in his eyes,
the need for simple things
Only in this,
our simple world.
		-- fern
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