28.10.2024
The clouds cannot obscure the sun, It is a temporary thing, For with the morning I am one And wait to see what She will bring. Each day is filled with mystery There is no time for tired eyes That gaze in stupor at the sea Or weakened hearts life to despise. I know the hour is drawing near And earth again will feel Them close And some will offer without fear, The lily and the scented rose.
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