• blueeyedfather 6w

    Work in progress.. didn't turn out like I thought it would when it started.

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    In the sky the moon hangs low
    An eternal smile upon its face
    So many secrets whispered to him
    Sinners confessing to his haloed glow

    How many raindrops has he cried
    Hiding his face as they pray
    Reflecting on their broken dreams
    All the time trying to run away

    Counting time till daylights break
    Till the voices are silent once again
    Grants the wishes made beneath his light
    Recites new lines poets have penned.