Hold up
I’m gravitating in the air of war
We will survive it all
For the end is becoming the beginning
Of the survival field comes the master
He saves whom His heart
. . .has got a rythym and a beat for
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
Hold up
I’m gravitating in the air of war
We will survive it all
For the end is becoming the beginning
Of the survival field comes the master
He saves whom His heart
. . .has got a rythym and a beat for
A powerful piece of writing – memorable words; thank you!
I’m humbled, Anne. Thank you.