Lullaby

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Posted by I on December 17, 19101 at 04:00:28:

Forever missing the target ,
Devoured by musings like a wooden match,
Crouched over chronicles .

Unassuming ,December dissolves in the air ,
A clumsy moon wobbles amongst the curbs ,
Herds of fog pound in the dark .

Inside a warm sanctuary ,
Restless postponement ,
Aimless navigation ,
Pushing the hours to their suffocating demise.

When his hands fall wide by his sides ,
Defeated in a complete sleep ,
It is hard to believe he once was a child ,
And he once cried easily ,
Cradle of time .

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Comments: : :Forever missing the target , :Devoured by musings like a wooden match, :Crouched over chronicles . :Unassuming ,December dissolves in the air , :A clumsy moon wobbles amongst the curbs , :Herds of fog pound in the dark . :Inside a warm sanctuary , :Restless postponement , :Aimless navigation , :Pushing the hours to their suffocating demise. :When his hands fall wide by his sides , :Defeated in a complete sleep , :It is hard to believe he once was a child , :And he once cried easily , :Cradle of time . :