Victoria Blackmire · Apr 12, 2012
Sky High.

Through the cracks in the sky,
I see solar rays coming at me,
A break in the clouds with a golden spark,
A place gods could descend from,
In this bright sky I find peace,
Serenity and hope no longer eluding me,
I am more determined than ever,
This content feeling filling me,
And I will find my way through,
And darling maybe I don't know you but I'm on my way,
On my way right to you.

 
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