Moon Dust
When the wind does blow,
When the flood does come,
When the sun does burn,
When all the seas dry,
one real thing is left,
If we can`t move,
If our love left,
If we have lost,
all our strength gone,
but one more
thing still stays,
which we know,
which is
a dear
friend.
Dear
and nice,
one which
is not weak,
nor wicked,
That stays put,
When things are rough,
When the face smiles,
and joy does flow,
and pains vanish,
The heart grieves no more,
With someone to share,
He stays close and firm,
When moon shines at night,
The dust remains there.
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Copyright © Olusegun Arowolo | Year Posted 2012
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