by Nithin Purple
Then I sharpened my wings for a prissy flight,
Through powerful Light that Heavenly be;
And that one moment that I relived from my sinful drought,
That appealed for many longer years, than brightness ever probe.
Sit with you now, and inhaling your songs and verse;
Of serene that borrows your vibe,
Blessed within me my 'maker'; the ensuring 'sacred rose'
Of love, that he my life can subscribe.
Last updated March 29, 2013