Rare is the night
when the bird takes flight
and even in spite
of darkness wings his way
to a new day.
Common was the time
when you were mine
and even in love's brine
your toughness remained
and you refrained.
By CR Binion
.
Apr 9, 2015
Apr 9, 2015 at 10:38 PM UTC
Rare is the night
when the bird takes flight
and even in spite
of darkness wings his way
to a new day.
Common was the time
when you were mine
and even in love's brine
your toughness remained
and you refrained.
By CR Binion
.
