In my hand I grip my happiness
A mixture of cold and warmth
during a night so bright I feel alive
only to be blinded by my sanctuary
Im so full of thoughts I can barely think
For when the night falls my mind will sink
Into this peace I believe so well
As I smile I will bid farewell
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Author:
JoeLucky (
Offline) - Published: June 30th, 2017 01:28
- Category: Reflection
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Comments1
Wow what i read is amazing, love it! Your blessed.
Thank you Jezzer
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