Never To Flow (Lyretry)

My Post (8) (3)

She had became
The differences the same
When to veil or show
A river never to flow

Was this the surging end
Another chance to pretend
Calling in hardened voice
The passing of a choice

From inside to decide
Outwardly to collide
Into meaningful bliss
Where angels do resist

Becoming now was easy
Never to receive me
Her eyes have ceased to be
Only now can she see

 

Write Fearlessly

About G.Edward Smith

A stranger in a strange land...
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