Curiosity created everything.

A world a place to live
Sipping a tea Bruce told his
Mother.The night was silent
On the blue moon and
Everything for a while a
calm and the perch of window
Was open to the birds of green
And the blue sky rose up the garden
Of the blossom beloved in the hourly
Night of the skin of the sky.her tale was
In the mark of the days where forlorn wind of night where sea was full of
Moon in the basket,she fall asleep
On the desk to say a night's pale flowers
Where the mirror was black
And the ocean was full
Of it
The boy was reading from the glasses
At the terrace the light were on
Fight had continued where the moon
Was White the beloved was aroused
From intense
Feeling of Love and passion
To seek the dark night of might.
Bruce
Was told to be quite until evening
Where dust settled on the
Knees of poor daughter.
Out of United respect
Grew love and and warmth
For his daughterin the
Very creation of the being where the tendrils were halfaway.our
Warmth grew
We could clutch
Each other by the
Night sky as black
Where the color knew
No sight
The blows of the day to keep
Voyage on the night
Across the moon was lighted candle
Where the silence was deep.a lost
Slate for generosity where girls
Was benched side of wall of school hall.
The color black was intense.