Love.. In Acts: Act 4 Poem by Matthew Edan Oliver Palma

Winter's morn
A breath of chill
As my heart mourns
The wind blows still

… Yet calmly you speak
And gently say… ..
… . All spirits fall weak
To find its way

Summer nights
Broken dreams
A heavy sigh
A silent scream

… Yet swiftly you’ 'd come
And surely aid
… as laughter become
But smiles that fade

Autumn leaves
The warmth of spring
As sadness leaves
With the love you bring

… and suddenly I’ 'd see
So surely I’ 'd know
… there always I will be
A friend to hold on…


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