Evening Empire
Created for solitude and sleep,
A time for God’s perfect healing
No time for us to moan nor weep…
To Him, you hand your very heart.
Requesting another day of living,
And from this earth, to not depart…
2/2/2023
Copyright © Panagiota Romios | Year Posted 2023
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