Everchanging misty skies of Ouilida, Morocco from GypsyTalesTM |
everchanging skies
in the veil of dusk
before the night swallows
the last ray of light
cuts that heal
in the cool of the night
another dawn
another chance
to begin again
those penetrating
painful
moments in time
that we thought
would break us
would break us
...they flew away
on the wings of love
evaporating
into the morning mist
into the morning mist
the first streak
of shining glimmer
of shining glimmer
tearing up the morning sky
the fragility of night begone
fading
into neverland
into neverland
in light, can be no darkness.
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