Mist, by George Chow Subscribe to rss feed for George Chow
Posted: 2014-02-24 20:35:34 UTC
There is this urge going forward.
Yet a bridge too far might be a mare.
Reality illumines by all others destination.
How i wonder to meet God with bare.
But the eternal demonstrates luminous psych.
And the multi fate depend on the choice rest.
To a point where love subside to unknown.
Then would i be expect the unexpected.
Where God recalls..
Where truth worth perfected..
I see you as a mist.
I see you as a mist.

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