Morning Comes
Morning Comes too early like a thief in the night stealing my dreams. Sweet Silence of early morn, filll me with the peace and love to be in light filled service this day. © 2012 Shamsujim Sign in to see full entry.
Poetry is to Music as Lyric is to Soul: Morning Comes
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