The sky seemed lonely so I sang a song The air felt holy I knew God is strong The darkness sat beside me The fire burned the wind rhymed final decree! Once bitten, twice shy Memories turn and toil The river runs... and the time flows by Sitting, on the edge of mindfulness wishing, my voice was clear waiting, upon a miracle hoping, the end is so far, or maybe near.....
© William Cronk
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