In a world of whispers, where dreams take flight, Beneath the canvas of the starry night, I'll weave a tale with words so bright,
By John7 months ago in Poets
In spite of war, in spite of death, # In spite of all man's sufferings, # Something within me laughs and sings # And I must praise with all my breath.
As a white candle In a holy place, # # # So is the beauty Of an aged face. # # # As the spent radiance Of the winter sun,