Pastures

Take me from this dark and lead me to your pastures
Lifeless is this arc, where I only form disasters
Open is my heart for you to come and capture
Softly is our start, if you could start our chapter
You won’t need a chart, if you point your compass, where my love gathers

© Delia Ross. 2019

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