Who waters the flowers of my heartIn the eye of the stone?!I measure the word of timeWith a man’s measure...And I go out to the meeting pointToward the dusk of the centuryTo recapture the dawnThat is not coming to me?!
Meeting Point




Who waters the flowers of my heartIn the eye of the stone?!I measure the word of timeWith a man’s measure...And I go out to the meeting pointToward the dusk of the centuryTo recapture the dawnThat is not coming to me?!
In the clear sky they sparked the lightning, They are striking our leader of leaders. The jackals came out in a treacherous ambush, We raise young shoots, To meet the times! The hordes…
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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