Thursday, August 14, 2014

Grace

The night held its breath,
The world stood still,
The dark held back it's cold death
From the dancer in the rain spill.

Silently dancing,  dreaming
Of the one embrace,
The return of the redeeming,
The gift of grace.

CWylde ⓒ 08 / 14 / 14

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