Quinta-feira, 20 de Maio de 2010

The Moody Blues Poems....

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One Man’s Grace

 

 

The rain came, in one foggy Sunday morning,

As I a stud up, beyond my brown eyes,

A new era had begun.

I knew the blizzard highroad that I had run.

The past slipped me all the way down,

But the grace you gave me never led to the end.

I believed that every man has his own story,

His own greatness….

So tried never to drown in a river of tears.

And never lose way…

Soon my present had your presence.

I returned to begin the unfinished and swallow the grief.

One blank book to write,

Another poem to delight…


Written by: David Nightingale às 00:09
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