Wednesday, 2 December 2015

How beautiful in this world
the beds of flowers enthrall
this path now bids me
why doth my heart impatient be
who longeth to meet me
perhaps,in the narrowing compass
what i had cherished is coming to pass.
somewhere some one's waiting for thee.
wherever i cast my eyes,
upon these paths
the breeze is cool the shade cool too,
how didst the rain clouds amass
that my heart was brought to such a pass
there's the river of tears for sure
what dream have i seen.

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