Setting, by George Chow
As the dawn breaks,
I see the night won't be that persuade.
There are beauty of love,
I must persue my heaven in life.
Regardless a tempted soul taste,
I may tremble and vibrate urge for truth.
But the setting foresee the cunning.
I mean as well to face the dawn at this no mercy night.
To bring back the gossip and rumors,
As I have been divide into the field of tide.
|Posted: 2013-09-07 20:47:28 UTC|
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