The Making, by George Chow
the making of rain.
the making of Sun's colors.
If my repentance can be the thunder,
the rain is worth cherish.
If my forgiveness can be the rainbow,
the sun is much more i am willing be friends with.
Its the making while in sin,
this is a road pave in regrets and repentance,
and to be loved more then before.
|Posted: 2016-06-28 08:02:36 UTC|
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