Spiritual Poems
Gray Night Undistinguished
Gray night, undistinguished.
It is all the same,
The eye cannot see it
There is no point of reference
It is a moving curtain
Drawn to a close.
I am the point of reference
Out side of me it is only the blanket of clouds
It is only the blanket one rolls in
It is only the softness like feathers.
Author: Matthew R a Bingham
Format: Paperback / Soft Cover
Pages: 162
Size: Not Specified
Weight: Not Specified
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