Nights

I bring you peace, my love.
I bring you this.
I’d give you love, my love.
I’d give you nights.
All I can give is this, so
Nights are falling
Bright and lonely
Spreading lights around.
Me, I’m calling God.
Me, I’m praying.
Words I’m saying.
Wishing lights to come.

Yael Michaelov


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