The Special Occasion
Save all, save us all
cometh the rapture
a moment in time
we share the stare, captured
looking to the heavens
knowing its near
here, there everywhere
but yet...
not here, for you
I feel its effects
like the dying wine bottle
thrashes to the last drip
until the room is spinning
and your crashing down
new moons are born
in this moment, as fish fly
just as once before, again
the rolling tide come crashing in
all in time
cometh the rapture
I feel, I see it
save for all, this tide shall come
in a timeline, just relatively known
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Bj Fard | Year Posted 2011
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