• zaraahaiwe 5w

    At dusk, before I slept, the moon
    Hid behind a rain cloud, and
    Shrouded me in its dense darkness

    At dawn, when I awoke,
    It was to the red orange sun
    Showering me in its warm glow

    Then I knew, that the
    Sad lonely girl with the pretty eyes
    Whose mind is like a wild garden,
    Is safe in her Lord's arms.

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