When darkness steals over the iridescent sky
And drops of shadow light up the sky,
Like a cloud of faith appears he
Covering my plights,in spasms of glee.
When dewy leaves are painted bright
And morning rays cover the light,
Like a sleepy winter arrives he,
Blowing my dreams back to me.
And drops of shadow light up the sky,
Like a cloud of faith appears he
Covering my plights,in spasms of glee.
When dewy leaves are painted bright
And morning rays cover the light,
Like a sleepy winter arrives he,
Blowing my dreams back to me.
Thats a beautiful poem. Happened to bump into your blog while reading some posts and I'm glad I did.
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