Enough, by George Chow Subscribe to rss feed for George Chow

The crowded roads outside,
to the narrow ways home inside.
It is enough of to create.

The noise i heard from outside,
and the argument of belief inside.
It is enough of to die.

The love we share in peace,
for the good fear of our God.
It is enough of to weep.

The keep of our longing,
stay true or go for another time.
It is enough of to a day.






Posted: 2015-12-20 11:03:13 UTC

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