Tuesday, 7 April 2015


As the stars;
breathe on the grounds of the sky
No tweet of lie will I try
But rather your heart will I fly:
And on heavens wings will I jet you high
To make all wrongs right.
Aye! I see a tear, I see you cry
And birth with conscience, your tears will i dry.
On my humble knees;
Under the sweet-cool breeze
I feel a kneel under sorrow’s trees
As I hear a tease
Of your long-gone laughter and
With your blazing mercies
And my sins-dying pieces
Set me free so I may be
For such are the tunes of my hearts

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