Wherever you were
he was there
and now you're afraid
he is tired.
His heart that beat true
through the
passage of time
is
the history he made
When you smiled.
Clear cool nights, yes
these both loved
the light from the moon
how it shined.
Face to face
deep inside of the sun
his shadow there left
now forever, he is left
without love.
and God's love lass and yes,
now he's tired.
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Very amazing drafting is shared here really. Witnessing the beauty of zeal.10