Darkling Days

The beautiful is not chosen

The chosen becomes beautiful

The beautiful is not chosen

The chosen becomes beautiful

Please do not forsake me now

Sparkling gone with darkling days

I drift at times I know it's true

But I always drift on back to you

The beautiful is not chosen

The chosen becomes beautiful

I have never tired of

Manna falling from above

When conscious thought

Meets careless heart

And two lost souls find one fresh start

Lie with me upon the earth

Feel it's curve beneath our spines

Soon we'll follow it around

One lost soul finally found

The beautiful is not chosen

The chosen becomes beautiful

These are known as darkling days

Rhyming schemes gone askew

Crackling gifts of light and air

Exploding words ours to share

Ours to share the beautiful is not chosen

Ours to share the chosen becomes beautiful

Ours to share the beautiful is not chosen

Ours to share the chosen becomes beautiful

Ours to share the beautiful is not chosen

Ours to share the chosen becomes beautiful

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