Friday 27 November 2015

many little chances

In a life of many little chances
heed the fleeting glances
Some one who looks up to you or to whom you aspire
Who burns with admiration and lyricism of the lyre
In the clear light and the haze
Live a life of many sunny days
Who knows what will transpire
In the fire of desire
In the days of Godly destiny
What might we ultimately see?
Your soul mate in union
with you

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