The Thorn and the Throne
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- FormatePub
- ISBN8215986387
- EAN9798215986387
- Date de parution30/03/2023
- Protection num.pas de protection
- Infos supplémentairesepub
- ÉditeurWMG Publishing
Résumé
The beauty of the morning sun on my face made me look angelic, my heart was warmed by the golden rays and everything felt alive and new. Like a whirlwind or a distant sound of thunder, I heard a voice inside the heavy cloud of my thoughts, saying "God must be so beautiful". As I closely observe how the big burning ball of fire slowly turning white revealing all the wounds hidden inside the darkest room of my heart I heard another voice or should I say a thought telling me "the storm will stay and you will face it".
I had hopes for a new day, I had ropes from back in the days. Dirty shoes and bloody hands, just in the morning and I was mourning with thousands of poems
I had hopes for a new day, I had ropes from back in the days. Dirty shoes and bloody hands, just in the morning and I was mourning with thousands of poems
The beauty of the morning sun on my face made me look angelic, my heart was warmed by the golden rays and everything felt alive and new. Like a whirlwind or a distant sound of thunder, I heard a voice inside the heavy cloud of my thoughts, saying "God must be so beautiful". As I closely observe how the big burning ball of fire slowly turning white revealing all the wounds hidden inside the darkest room of my heart I heard another voice or should I say a thought telling me "the storm will stay and you will face it".
I had hopes for a new day, I had ropes from back in the days. Dirty shoes and bloody hands, just in the morning and I was mourning with thousands of poems
I had hopes for a new day, I had ropes from back in the days. Dirty shoes and bloody hands, just in the morning and I was mourning with thousands of poems
