Slowly flowing into the sky.
Slowly rising into the midnight eye.
Slowly reaching full moon cry.
For I have spoken with the tip of my tongue, to describe nor to describe the beauty; “you had me at your goodbye’. There was no crack in my wing to overpower the strength of mother’s lullaby, but therefor she shall rise and fly as high as a butterfly. Specify or testify? loose the mind into the evil’s eye. nor shall thou; “as strong as Medea the goddess of love was”, simplify!