Caricamento in corso...

Song of his words

There are sweetness in his blazing awe,
Admiration of kind mind that winds applauds
So, why halt? when the symphony
Of grasp still commence,
I can see the shadow line of where
And what; we loss in a sudden gleam,
The roads is not taken
There are no-one to be blamed,
Not even me, you and him
Not even a wink from the moon
Or a blush from the sun can break
The beautiful strung he trussed.


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