Monday, December 08, 2014

Henderson's

The silence in the cold dark
So much like a rustle in the heart
Its whisper vague flows
Fading like twinkles
Ponder a wrinkle backwards
Its rain drops on wetland and heart

Tell me a story
Of starry nights and future lights
Being in one sky in Henderson's park
The heaven in fulfilling
Redemption's blood

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