ABODE.
When dark is deeper than the hue,
And the brightness is dull,
Stirring me to sleep-
I shall turn to my abode.
Once in a sad clime
And dawn in weariness
Of this world of strife
I shall turn to my abode.
The charm atmosphere of bliss –
Now lies in my abode.
Where found rest and calmness,
After the consigned of hectic day
Wrapped in the realm of anew.
Haven is the final abode,
I yearn; upon which I crave for eternity,
Through all the sprightly anguish of life.
Heaven; my uttermost abode–
Paradise; a fountain of tender tendril
And distinctly peal!
_AfeezWrites .
Nice piece
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