Why is that with the fall of the sun I lose my mind?
Or it goes on a night long journey to thoughts unkind
The sun’s absence accounts for a lot sometimes
As soon as it sets, the mind of a loner chimes
Tag: Rhyme
Bells of Creation, Poetry by Deborah L. Kelly
As I dream through my midnight
hours, angels sing in my ear;
melodic symphonies play
in the air that surrounds me.
Love encircles me as I hope
for Truth to heal my bleeding,
mortal heart.
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