Streaks, of pure color
Reaching out,
From the night
Invites, our wild dreams
To be bold,
And take flight
To reach, the last mystery
In the cold,
Of dark light
We find, the first spark
In the heart,
Of God’s sight.
July 25th, 2014 § 0 comments
Streaks, of pure color
Reaching out,
From the night
Invites, our wild dreams
To be bold,
And take flight
To reach, the last mystery
In the cold,
Of dark light
We find, the first spark
In the heart,
Of God’s sight.
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