Little Things

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Little Things

It was early in the morn
Fore the dawn that never was
For I had passed the sunset
Long ago

The moonlight cast its shadows
Neath the pines along the ridge
Where only wings of seraphs
Touch the snow

But I was not mistaken
When the light shined through the trees
Where reason can’t explain what
One may “know”

Truth is always there inside
When stillness brings the sparrow
Where little things in life
Let passion flow

Fore moonlight casts its shadows
Neath the pines along the ridge
You must touch the breeze when
Soft winds blow

Lest you may taste the morning
Fore the dawn that never was
For you had passed the sunset
Long ago

Michael33