crappy poems and junk.
Each season of life
Every moment filled complete
Laughs, tears, sadness, joy
As time starts to dim
Regret; never my choices
Life made by our bond
Within this second
Could not picture another
Until time ceases
Stillness of the night:
Eyes appear, flutter and watch
Yet never can see
In dimness of light
Hearing; sensations abound
Minimal vision
In dark I find might
Eyes fake; senses are keener
I Granny's Cloak Moth