brandon k f

Warm

The nightingale’s calling
A song of night to pierce the dawn
The pines ensnare the rising sun
A moment of awe escapes and weeps
As the mountain day
Comes in

The night has fallen
As the light breaks before my eyes
While the dew of morning cries
And you won’t think of me anymore
But within your heart
Always keep me warm



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