Friday, December 20, 2013

When thou hast put gladness, in my heart,

When thou hast put gladness in my heart,
I can only see the world in colors of winter clad,
Colors I see in faces young,
Colors sprout in petals of a flowery song,
Colors arrive through the dewy mist,
Colors paint dreams on foggy streets,

When thou hast put thy gladness in my heart,
I see how with colors a morn breaks out.

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