I wanna be your moon In the month of June Ever seen a Pink Scorpion? That’s lovelorn in a Blue Lagoon? I am deserted in the aisle Surrounded by the Candy Dune I’ve never crawled on the Jelly Sands Like a silkworm out of its cocoon! I was never afraid of snakes Coz my strength did prune World was my Sexy Vantage And love was a Lucid Lampoon! Love me like a bee But never kiss me so soon Coz the sweetest sting of an Arachnid Is like Venom of The Boon!
Seasons turn, yet their rhythm never falters. The rains arrive when they must, the sun blazes in its time, and winter winds whisper their quiet chill. So too with this blog—its name carries a deliberate flaw, a gentle reminder that mistakes are part of us, often unnoticed, sometimes beautiful. Let this one be the sweetest slip of all: where Ameet becomes a myth, and myths find their faith. That's "Ameethyst"—born of imperfection, yet gleaming all the more for it.