WHISPERS OF THE MORNING LIGHT
A whispering wind gently quakes the boughs .The whippoorwills amuse the birds morning;We may only walk through this Eden,Never forsake the bridges that are burning.Into this morning with arms open wide,May we begin to run through the clouds;Swim inside the love we all share,Believe in the stars, moon and sky above.As the words fall through my fingertips,Will the winds bring a change to behold;Still would you be there to stand by meand love me until the tale unfolds...
Tarek Nassif
7/5/2007
A whispering wind gently quakes the boughs .The whippoorwills amuse the birds morning;We may only walk through this Eden,Never forsake the bridges that are burning.Into this morning with arms open wide,May we begin to run through the clouds;Swim inside the love we all share,Believe in the stars, moon and sky above.As the words fall through my fingertips,Will the winds bring a change to behold;Still would you be there to stand by meand love me until the tale unfolds...
Tarek Nassif
7/5/2007
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