“The song on my lips”

by Nathan

you are the song on my lips,
the beat of my heart,
the birds that sing in the trees,
the sun on my skin,

the place where i finish
yet also begin
you are an angel
and i hear you sing

let me take you on a journey,
through the moon lit forests.
lets run together, like windswept leaves
through deserted city streets,

unbeknownst to sleeping minds of men,
let us bathe in the darkness of the night

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