The sun pours through the pores
of silken curtains hung.
I turn my face towards its warmth
the colour touches eye lash and cheek.
I turn my face upwards
I feel His lathering, His glow indulges me.
But then a cloud comes heavily
covering both sun and warmth
it leaves my eyes looking up at
dark.
Apr 26, 2011
Apr 26, 2011 at 11:33 AM UTC
The sun pours through the pores
of silken curtains hung.
I turn my face towards its warmth
the colour touches eye lash and cheek.
I turn my face upwards
I feel His lathering, His glow indulges me.
But then a cloud comes heavily
covering both sun and warmth
it leaves my eyes looking up at
dark.
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