Her eyes in the moon
Reflection of a dreaming
That I can't awake
A following sun
Now that I am forced to be
A ring in a tree
Futile in my ways
One sees beyond shallow grave
Gurgle in the creek
Can there be so sweet
Your hand making me complete
Sun kissed cool in the twilight
In a circle rule
Come a stroke now of midnight
Silence flies the owl
Twenty-four hours now
Making my day complete
Blue sky , clouds pass by
Nov 3, 2014
Nov 3, 2014 at 7:10 PM UTC
Her eyes in the moon
Reflection of a dreaming
That I can't awake
A following sun
Now that I am forced to be
A ring in a tree
Futile in my ways
One sees beyond shallow grave
Gurgle in the creek
Can there be so sweet
Your hand making me complete
Sun kissed cool in the twilight
In a circle rule
Come a stroke now of midnight
Silence flies the owl
Twenty-four hours now
Making my day complete
Blue sky , clouds pass by
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