Syndication

Wednesday, August 17, 2016

In Trying We Rise

And in doing we do
When through our lives
Rising...
    maybe to you

The August Summer Moon
Holds cooly in sky tonight
The silence pushed away mildly
Seranaded by sylvan smiles
Chirruping madly like moonlight
Under dark sky and softened stars

And where eternity meets...
Our souls reside

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