The moment
when the violins embrace
the voice cascade
and the grip of faith
like an endless river
takes the worry away
upon the leaves we toss
Then
the branches
could reminisce
about lucky lucky me
that God blessed
a drowning soul
with the sunrise
of your smile
If my love for you
ever stood still
I would know my last breath
found the wind
In the sail you made
just for us
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Author:
Chris H (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: November 13th, 2025 13:23
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