DIM PASSEDA Poem by LekANTIC
DIM PASSED
Up are the thick grey clouds That veiled the shone of sun, bring forth day or night doubt. Rays of hope in you, gone. Bloom been displaced by gloom, run a red light against fun. Glory drowned in gory; Story by thy fury, told and sung when lonely. The sloppy cloud shall pour. From the fumes of your hope, Victory shall soon be forge. Run along the grey clouds for mouthful kiss of bliss, And liss ye with still sound. In your heart; ye find peace when the grey clouds has sparsed And the sun shine with ease. Happy as lark shall you be when the dim has passed. LekANTIC©™°¹⁴ © 2014 LekANTICAuthor's Note
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