You went away and left the harsh winter behind,The buds of love grew frightened and cowered,Whenever I call out to them with sweetnessThey come and hide in the little nest of my soul...
I try to forget but in vain,I take your photo, throw it in the stove,You smile and weep with me:“Beautiful memories never burn!”
The photos and your gilded portrait burn,The memories blaze in the loving hearth...
How I would love to rest in peace, Where flowers will come to my grave, How I would love to be gone, From this world, where you lack even freedom, Like a migratory bird I...
A breeze blows, and shakes the leaf, / Rocks a wave across the sea.
If you did not know that He is watching you, If you were not certain of the breathing of the stars Behind the great clouds, If you did not hear His waiting smile Behind…
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