Friday, January 1, 2010

Night Awaits

Originally Written: December 28, 2007

Sometimes sitting outside makes me,
Brings me to what I was thinking,
The words in my head become clear,
The moon and stars,
Twinkle and shine,
Makes the clouds make clear,
As the thoughts roll on to,
The place which they belong.

1 comment:

  1. I can show you the world Shinning shimering splendid

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