and words in faith not kept?
Memoirs always a lovely token,
for those who in sadness wept.
Memoirs always a lovely token,
for those who in sadness wept.
What about the silent tears,
that made the pillows wet?
Expressed in form of fears,
that make the dreams to fret.
that made the pillows wet?
Expressed in form of fears,
that make the dreams to fret.
What about a path not trod,
with no one by our side?
Emptiness that none do prod,
our life a vacant gypsy ride.
with no one by our side?
Emptiness that none do prod,
our life a vacant gypsy ride.
What of a dream not dreamt,
that once build palaces of gold?
The thoughts that in youth tempt,
not all dreams live till we're old.
Prasenjit©1997-2012
that once build palaces of gold?
The thoughts that in youth tempt,
not all dreams live till we're old.
Prasenjit©1997-2012
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