Night Sky

Night Sky

1 min

Sitting midst the setting sun

Bare and tear what seemed so fun

Love so adores, love from distant shores

Out of heaven, a love that hath hasten.

Being in a point of great asunder

A roar of a great heavy thunder

Night Sky, stars high, yet all but a sigh

What seemed to be a lost memory

So valuable more than stones and ivory.

The owl flies with its huge eyes

Carrying wisdom of love and life

It shall come and it will be

Dawn breaks through, light shines into.

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