For I look up to the
stargazing skies, with
no time to die I believe
there is still hope. In the
still, cold world, I
preach for my prayers
as told. For I fall
into my dreams, I dream
of the night with no endless
blindfold. This fear I behold
lies within my tone untold.
As my grace vanishes
onto the misty mountains,
she echoes into thin air as foretold,
and when she flows she wanders
with earth to grow old. Raindrops
cleanses the blood on my hand,
wherefore I fought for
what I have to mould.
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4 responses to “‘Mould,”
“I fought for what I have to mould” Love that line. 🙂
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Thank you so much, glad you loved that line 😊 truly appreciate it!!
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Lovely, lovely, and very veryyyyy lovely Jojo sir ❤
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Thank you very much, Pruuu ❤️🙏🏽 always a pleasure to read your loving comments ☺️
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