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MID NIGHT TEARS (Amazing Grace)
The echo's of the night-
chorale with the cricket'
a tune cresending abreast
with the pulse of my heartbeat.
And twilight got dreams
like that of Luther's
but not even sleep could beam
on the eyes adorn with tears.
With a heavy straying thought
out of fears of my fate
Will-o'-the-wisp edged
-everything
but not my battle field.
Dawn promised joy after the night!
and not giving up is my spirit
For there's no limit, only potholes
and of course I never forget to say
The Amazing Grace.
chorale with the cricket'
a tune cresending abreast
with the pulse of my heartbeat.
And twilight got dreams
like that of Luther's
but not even sleep could beam
on the eyes adorn with tears.
With a heavy straying thought
out of fears of my fate
Will-o'-the-wisp edged
-everything
but not my battle field.
Dawn promised joy after the night!
and not giving up is my spirit
For there's no limit, only potholes
and of course I never forget to say
The Amazing Grace.
Published 17th Feb 2018
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18th Feb 2018 7:36am
Awesome poem 😁 always should keep sprites high no matter how bad things get.
21st Feb 2018 2:40pm
