infinite is the same color gray
stones upturned not a smile they bring
the bulbs of spring red will be
blessed are her feet
they carry a soul to heaven’s gates
wings await to offer flight
descend your faith into our light
on the corners where the orphans fade
a glance will do from eyes of gold
our picket signs with prophecies
adorned
will see the blooming of a brave new world

Your beautiful words remind me of this song …
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thank you friend and happy new year xo
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Sublime 💙💖✍
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thank you friend happy new year xo
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bravo, sweet poet! happy new year! xo
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thank you dear someone lots of blessings in the new year xo
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