A child wishes.
The trees; they sway
with a subtle swish
To be amazed.
Torn apart,
thorn from thistle,
and sifted through the wind.
The East feels her gaze
and He sweeps the clouds aside.
The skies are set ablaze.
Nov 21, 2012
Nov 21, 2012 at 11:31 PM UTC
A child wishes.
The trees; they sway
with a subtle swish
To be amazed.
Torn apart,
thorn from thistle,
and sifted through the wind.
The East feels her gaze
and He sweeps the clouds aside.
The skies are set ablaze.
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