"Silver Song And White Clouds"
A tune falls down from the sky into my golden tea cup.
I drink this heavenly prayer.
It sings a psalm that whispers in my ear.
I listen to the divine song all night long.
I can hear it while I sleep and dream.
The rest of the world can hear it too.
The sun filters a ray that awakens us to a new day.
It lives a life of love.
In cumulus clouds scattered about in lazy skies above.
By Jon Billet - 04/08/13
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