Before sleep comesA Poem by MrBlack202
As the sweet wind touches my face,
I lay my head on the cotton clouds of peace. Where tranquility fills the place, Where the intimacy of silence unites with the soul. The ever-replenishing fountain of the soul, Always yearning for more, yet aware of time's gentle role. The stillness breaks, and the sound of dawn forms. A new beginning unfolds, and the sun's kiss gentle upon my face © 2025 MrBlack202Reviews
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3 Reviews Added on March 25, 2025 Last Updated on March 25, 2025 AuthorMrBlack202Gqeberha, Eastern Cape, South AfricaAboutI'm a young individual whose willing to learn and try new things. Comments on my work would be appreciated. more.. |


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