May 2020
Sometimes
It’s the quiet, of the calm
That quietly exists
With the rage, of the storm
Non displaces other
Forever
As, the dark of the night
Never replaces
The bright shining sun
Eternally, they live
It’s the quiet, of the calm
That quietly exists
With the rage, of the storm
Non displaces other
Forever
As, the dark of the night
Never replaces
The bright shining sun
Eternally, they live
