A fatefull turn.
The Grace of chance.
A weary heart.
A moments glance.
For in those moments.
Precious few.
Would grow,
and burn.
My heart anew.
A perfect
Form.
Cast from light.
That pulled me,
from
An endless night.
Aug 17, 2016
Aug 17, 2016 at 1:34 AM UTC
A fatefull turn.
The Grace of chance.
A weary heart.
A moments glance.
For in those moments.
Precious few.
Would grow,
and burn.
My heart anew.
A perfect
Form.
Cast from light.
That pulled me,
from
An endless night.
