These marbels tirely close,
Breathe slips into dark manner Soothings,
A cartoon like image displays itself,
I see mine own body rise high where lonlies go!!!
A play or a show?
I ask the glowed one next to me,
I hear his whisper say,
Here friend,
Theirs none more need to lonely,
For we've been waiting for thou!
May 14, 2015
May 14, 2015 at 1:36 PM UTC
These marbels tirely close,
Breathe slips into dark manner Soothings,
A cartoon like image displays itself,
I see mine own body rise high where lonlies go!!!
A play or a show?
I ask the glowed one next to me,
I hear his whisper say,
Here friend,
Theirs none more need to lonely,
For we've been waiting for thou!
