Peccadillic Lunacy


Laughter like a trickling stream
Leads to a lonely river
With nowhere to run to

All is still as a tree falls
In a hush to reach the ground
And I've never before smiled at the sound of rain

The wolves keep to their howl
While the quails nest in comfort
And I'm the rooster who loves the moon

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