There is a dream that dams my soul
At night heat of pain collides with the coal
I live in the breathing of daylight sun
Grateful and happy like lovers on the run
I hold a wicked full loaded deck
That only with the moon comes drives the wreck
But Happy and grateful are breaths I can recall
For my splendor in a day is by no means small
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Author:
Jake (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: October 16th, 2022 02:27
- Category: Reflection
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Comments1
Positive ending Jake. I have the way of thinking that every day I get up it is a good day.
Andy
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