Cold dark nights
And silver Moon's howling
Not a Sparrow falls down yonder
Without a true hope savior's whisper calling
"You are not forgotten,
Even if the blessing should seem
As if, but still it continues stalling,
I Am the light of the sun and moon
The shine in gold, silver, and copper burned with every color too.
So look up, and shut up
The new dawn of wonders is surely coming"
The dream
©palewriter
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