Tuesday, January 27, 2015

A Wish

Sweetest little breeze
Passing through the trees
I'm searching hard, I'm trying
To put my mind at ease

I wish the fear of death would go away
I tell myself to calm my mind
Things wither every day
But the glowing blaze will never melt away

Softest little light
Flashing by my sight
I will cleave to you
Your kindness and your bright blaze

I wish the fear of death would go away
I tell myself to calm my mind
Things wither every day
But the glowing blaze will never melt away

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