When I believe again, it can be
Just who is the night in the twirling winter
With its changing miracles peering into my heart
Open the skies shadows of silence and paint me the color of the wind
Let me taste the suns sweet rays and shower me with a lovers rain
Leave me a whisper on my pillow and let me be re born under a new moon, of a new day
When I believe again, it can be
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It can be...
"Just who is the night in the twirling winter"...very poetic...love the poem...:)
Thank You My Friend
thank you, it melts a heart when someone likes one of your poems
God Bless You
Susan Jean
beautiful phrases...
verse after verse of elegant phrasing: 'a whisper on my pillow' or 'paint me the color of the wind'... it's true what they say about learning from other people's work and I hope I just did from yours...
my heart
You have just made my day, I can not tell you how you have just touched my heart
thank you
God Bless You
Susan Jean