Nay…Never, Nay…More
On silvered wings of the wind
Thru whispered sighs of a cloud
O’er the land best forgotten
I fly nobly though not proud
Shattered hopes of tomorrow
Surround like an unholy shroud
Capture past serious misgivings
To encircle judgment’s crowd
Close to the heavens of angels
The drums cadence beats loud
Black obsidian soul rendered
Nay…to no dark devil I'll bow.
Love,
CJ
Blessings,
Sharon
Chrissy
Love tinka
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in tx., karen lynn. :D
:)Ch'erie
A somewhat wild picture there...
Love,
Susan
Karen
well done strength of character
Peace,
Joselyn
Regis