She has been one with a brighter day,
consoled by light’s reprieve.
With hands clasped she has knelt to pray,
for this her sweet relief.
She has been one with a rising sun,
basked in golden rays.
She has sang a simple song of love,
and danced in fields of grace.
She has been one with a gentle breeze,
enhancing the sails cascade.
She has drifted in a harbor’s peace,
where often she abade.
She has been one with a bbrighter day,
darkness yet unseen.
She has been naive to life’s disdain,
she has been what she will bee.
Jan 8, 2018
Jan 8, 2018 at 10:16 AM UTC
She has been one with a brighter day,
consoled by light’s reprieve.
With hands clasped she has knelt to pray,
for this her sweet relief.
She has been one with a rising sun,
basked in golden rays.
She has sang a simple song of love,
and danced in fields of grace.
She has been one with a gentle breeze,
enhancing the sails cascade.
She has drifted in a harbor’s peace,
where often she abade.
She has been one with a bbrighter day,
darkness yet unseen.
She has been naive to life’s disdain,
she has been what she will bee.
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