Roaring greatness
11:57 PM 65% bed
Gratitude morning,
The day light will come;
For the night is here to play.
The meadows are full of due drops,
Morning due, not yet their;
For the night is at play.
The sounds of the past come out at night,
Roaring the moon light torches the way through; night has come to play.
The sound of my heart is felt through my whole body’s each 1one ringing to the sounds of the sing bowls,
For the night comes to play, oh does my soul grow from days past naps of now comes the day;
The night came to play and now it’s time for it to go to rest, for the morning gratitude 🙏🏾 will come in likeness of the souls growths.
©charfire_m
12:05 am 64
