Thu, 04/27/2017 - 09:43 -- Token

I keep thinking of him

Each time I see the crystals

They shine like the light in his eyes

They keep me wanting to whistle

Each little Jewel

Three of Purple, Four of White

Makes me think of him

And it brings me much delight

Seven little crystals

Keeps my brain on one name

Five little letters

That could perpetually drive me insane

One T

One R

One O

One  Y

And one E

Fills my spirit with nothing

Nothing but glee


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