It is done finally at last
It has passed...
The bombs a thunderous storm.
An earthquake of explosions...
Lying next to you in the comfort of your warmth
enveloped by your arms...
The angel closes her eyes,
she is blind...
I would have said yes
If you would have asked...
Life is not measured by the number of breaths you take, it is measured by the moments that take your breath away. |