I can’t see the sun for the daylight.
I can’t feel your breath for the wind.
I get so used to these shadows.
Will you chase away these shadows when you come back again?
Jars of Clay
Original Poetry about anything and everything.
I can’t see the sun for the daylight.
I can’t feel your breath for the wind.
I get so used to these shadows.
Will you chase away these shadows when you come back again?