They say life is full of twists and turns,
But the bid for love comes uneasy.
As the fire of my heart eternally burns,
For the reminder of kindness goes unbusy.
But my heart fights like a rebel,
And standing alone, numb and broken.
Wondering of being saved by an angel.
Or the hole in my heart stays ever it has been,
With my hands shaken, as grief is only I can feel.
Dreamy Intoxicating Night
It seems that nature is at work forever she leaves a lair
All the bees are stirring now, so are birds flying with beauty on wings
this that season of winters slumbering in the open air
Then after its left his smiling face with the beginning of Spring!
And unto me for a while, my soul and I are so unbusy thing
For all the honey will be a pair does one can build or sing.
Ye, in the next season, she'll walk in the beauty of the night
on many fields when viewing a cloudless sky with eyes so bright
that this breath-taking cloudless dreamy intoxicating view of the night.
04/15/2018
Evelyn Knight
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