When the moon is on the roll,
And stars hanging by,
My soul takes rest.
When tides sleep beneath the palms of the sea,
Enchantment is born and frowning days are humbled.
The wounds within, heal
It's a reformation I feel
And all the pain, is killed
The coldness took a one way stroll
Now, it feels like home
Where love is warm.
Shadows reigned valleys where my soul resides
Like angry storms and ocean's scary tides
Drowning all my hope in the loneliness
Before you came to fill my empty heart.
You are here now
And within your presence and embraces,
It feels like home.
Sad tales are done told
So, this new moment is worthy to hold
I won't cease to appreciate your role
It had collected me back to my whole
And now, it feels like home.
When the moon is on the roll, And stars hanging by, My soul takes rest - Here on these lines I see the time when sleeping calls. Thank you for sharing.
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Well expressed thoughts and feelings. A beautiful work of art, very heartfelt with strong emotions. Thanks for sharing and do remain enriched.