Brighter By the Morrow
Though
The stars fade
the moon yellows,
and sun begins to follow,
loosing all the brilliant power
the one that makes small things cast big shadows.
When there's nothing left but a dark world full of sorrow's sorrows.
You are the light at the end of my tunnel and my flame for you will only burn brighter by the morrow
Copyright © Abraham Elizondo | Year Posted 2020
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