I don’t know when, why, how,But we learned to mend.Love with rotted threads of feelingsFeelings with words at breaking pointWords with letters of unknown languagesEndless stitching and unstitching!!I don’t know, mended loveis never looking new.
I will return again! On the iron wings of planes I have hung my hopes Over clouds fragments of glances So I remember the way In the horizonless void The gloomy gray longing…
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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