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The days are so long, my love. One has to wander from sunrise to sunsetAnd then comes the night.Then comes the night: the hardest part of the dayT..

To watch the trailing rose on stone wallsDew on flowers, a resting bird on treeTo listen to the wind, feel the rain, Everyday, while we mayThe sun..

The Psychology Of The UnsaidThoughts, untranslated, remained unsaid. Was it because expression or emotion was dead? Or was it really that all ..

I think and often imagine Even in scorched dreamsMyself and life as it seems;As it seems, seems, seems.I have a tenuou..

GriefGRIEFGrief, don’t stand near my bed tonightI’ve had enough and more than I can bearLast night was the worst: I could feel youWatching..

I hear your voice, despite absence and distance; Amongst clear skies, cloudy days, dark nights. I wake up from fogged dreams: And even the..

Clouds that come and goUntold divine missions doThey carry out, without pause or falterThey our fates can certainly alter.Clouds that gather up ..