Hush little baby…
don’t you cry, don’t you cry
Night closes in, surround sound lull
Bags packed,
slipping out before the early morning sunrise
Old Man Winter blows;
disbelief – shadows in the night
Dreams shift like images from an old romantic movie,
– black and white soft painful blur;
time does not stands still
Happy endings are only for truth holders;
lovers of the heart
Cherish the tender heart,
the keeper of life;  love holy truths and trust
Steal away, steal away into obscurity;
the forever eventide

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