by darkjade68


Come spark of procured hope, and Light

Open those lovely arms

And take us inside…

It is that warm, cold time of year…

Where moments come…

Then disappear

Imagine if you will, A time of past…

Where good things come

And good things last…

Dance oh storm

I know you’re here…

Your breath rests softly, upon my ear…

I’m glad you’re here with me now…

I take your hand

Of this…

I’m glad



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