Promises made with a billion eyes
If you live in a city of midnight oil candles light blocks out starlight. So dark skies are blind and the doors are shut to find a star to wish upon , but lovers still kiss that’s for sure .
Candles, lights, lovers kiss, under the starry skies.
Your poem’s beautiful and magical Warren Brown.
I doubt I’ll survive long if democracy disappears in lawless judicial rulings.
Thank you, Radha. :)
Where jurist-fools make an Emperor in Washington, D.C.
If you live in a city of midnight oil candles light blocks out starlight. So dark skies are blind and the doors are shut to find a star to wish upon , but lovers still kiss that’s for sure .
Candles, lights, lovers kiss, under the starry skies.
Your poem’s beautiful and magical Warren Brown.
I doubt I’ll survive long if democracy disappears in lawless judicial rulings.
Thank you, Radha. :)
Where jurist-fools make an Emperor in Washington, D.C.