The silent sail of 'soon';
perfection of a full moon.
The coming of a miracle;
time with a broken shackle.
The assassination of a 'wait';
flying on the wings of faith.
I see the fine face of 'light';
the desperation of delight.
The return of happiness;
disappearance of deep darkness.
The sweet strokes of success;
Satisfaction will soon be in excess.
The obituary of my worries;
sorrow drowned in histories.
rough times don't last...
a sweet meal for our past.
The rays of a rainbow.
Darkness delved a blow.
Succour with a sweet smile...
success ascending an aisle
By Mc Shapiro
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