Comforting verses


Like a moth drawn to the flame

Like the rivers to the sea

Like a blue note in a chord

Like a picture in a frame

Like the seasons come around

Like a roadtrip on a map

Like a child sitting on his lap

Like a lost soul but now found

Like the wind that blows my sail

Like the rain turns into hail

Like a coda without fine

Like a pause without a rest

Like a cross without a nail

Like a Night without a moon

Like a friendship’s never end

Like a reed that doesn’t bend

Like a picture in a frame

Like a blue note in a chord

Like the rivers to their sea

Like a moth drawn to the flame

Talking bout . . . . .

©️JDV-3-8-2020

Gepubliceerd door JUKODEVRIES

FOOLISH SINNER AND POET FOR THE KING

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