I am what I am -
storm within reach.
I'll be the priest
but none shall I preach.
You are my dearest -
known my whole life.
Years divide us
but now we are done.
You are beside me -
our powers restored.
Let's now be gentle -
our path's yet too dark.
Come - let me show you
what faith really is.
Kalin Toshkov Staikov, 2008 ©
1 comment:
nice, sensitive....congrats!
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