A Poetess Ponders
A Poetess Ponders
When the sun has fallen asleep and
the moon chooses to care for us.
When the Creator, makes us sleepy,
it's so divinely glorious.
Our hearts travel to be in His warm,
loving care each night.
So that at sunrise we arise to do His will.
It's so joyfully and clearly right!
August 23, 2019
Copyright © Panagiota Romios | Year Posted 2019
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