Tuesday, January 12, 2016

Snow


Divine pure light is my delight

When you fall; there is no need for fright

My heart flies like a kite

To where you are from

Heaven's hum

I twirl in circles and dance

So blessed by the sky to become so entranced by a white thick decor

Oh my, I promise…I will always, always, always adore.

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