The Lark
Encompassed by the beauty of the night
I hold no consternation for the dark
as moon holds the predilections of light
I lose all apathy towards his mark
Accompanied by stars, in reverence I stand
beneath the unearthliness of his gentle hand
I hear no condemnation from His lark.
November 19, 2018
Copyright © Mystic Rose Rose | Year Posted 2018
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