Traverse the hill…and awe.
Yonder, the lights
sparkles my heart, warmth the soul.
Limits of time, but for the grace of God,
here, my faith, marks the ground.
Author: WILDsound Festival
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Like a Statue, Poetry by Vonny Hy
Im doing good but you dont see
I speak louder and you’re not hear
You just want me to stay here
But you dont wanna see me
