
How the shade without sunlight feel,
Will the time ever in stillness heal
The dream of the dying day,
Of the beloved for which the living pray.
How I wish to whisper to the end of seas,
And hear it whisper back at me.

How the shade without sunlight feel,
Will the time ever in stillness heal
The dream of the dying day,
Of the beloved for which the living pray.
How I wish to whisper to the end of seas,
And hear it whisper back at me.
Better than some published stuff.
Thank you much friend 😊✌️
This is so beautiful.
Thank you 😊
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