Oh, how it feels when the run rise
They say the storm is coming
It feels quiet I must say
There is less of what I'm knowing
After darkness, light there is
Well light is always there
In the end, you must not wait
Untill it's gone away
It is slightly possible that I am right
This day is turning into night
Dawn is waiting, and it shall come
Wait til' midnight, pain is gone
Feels good to know, that we are free
I'm less of you, I'm moore of me
I am so soon moore to be
At dawn there is a gift to see
The mouisture in the grass and air
That I'm alive, feels finally fair
At dawn there is a gift for me
New day to come, to breathe in me
Poetry by Lena
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Written on 2009-09-09 at 21:23
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Dawn
I feel it in the airThey say the storm is coming
It feels quiet I must say
There is less of what I'm knowing
After darkness, light there is
Well light is always there
In the end, you must not wait
Untill it's gone away
It is slightly possible that I am right
This day is turning into night
Dawn is waiting, and it shall come
Wait til' midnight, pain is gone
Feels good to know, that we are free
I'm less of you, I'm moore of me
I am so soon moore to be
At dawn there is a gift to see
The mouisture in the grass and air
That I'm alive, feels finally fair
At dawn there is a gift for me
New day to come, to breathe in me
Poetry by Lena
Read 642 times
Written on 2009-09-09 at 21:23
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