There are times,
on ice-bitter nights,
when the cosy warmth of sanctuary calls.
But I will stay,
reach up high,
trawl the Milky Way,
and face the world,
fingers dripping with stars.
on ice-bitter nights,
when the cosy warmth of sanctuary calls.
But I will stay,
reach up high,
trawl the Milky Way,
and face the world,
fingers dripping with stars.
© Sr. Sandra CSBC
1st July 2015
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