Winterscore ©
Sunday, August 12, 2018
Ending wishing it had
Ending wishing it had
No beginning, no start
Present stagnation leaves
A block of time, no heart
To raise my hands up and
Pull the dark clouds apart
In the light blue of grace
Find my own star to chart
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