One Truth
Our present incapable to convey,
beneath the heaven's sky,
yet we share the evening elucidation,
equivalent morning rise,
my storm will rage your way,
your gust flustering me one day,
articulating thoughts of you...
and mystifies my life.
Copyright © Angie Mae | Year Posted 2006
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