Monday, December 16, 2013

Come lets consume the joys of a twilight,

Come My Heart,
Lets consume the twilight
Singing the birth of wintry mist,
Come lets be blessed and never be missed,

Come My Heart,
Lets drink a cup of sunset orange warm,
Holding in us an oceanic form,
Come lets be blessed and full of bliss.

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