At the Mid Hour of Night

Posted on 16th Feb 2014 07:03 pm by admin

At the mid hour of night, when stars are weeping, I fly
To the lone vale we loved, when life shone warm in thine eye;
And I think oft, if spirits can steal from the regions of air,
To revisit past scenes of delight, thou wilt come to me there,
And tell me our love is remember'd, even in the sky. Then I sing the wild song 'twas once such pleasure to hear!
When our voices commingling breathed, like one, on the ear;
And, as Echo far off through the vale my said orison rolls,
I think, oh my love! 'tis thy voice from the Kingdom of Souls,
Faintly answering still the notes that once were so dear.
-Thomas Moore

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CINDY WILLIAMS GUTIÉRREZ

Life is love

 

Hurt and pain.

There's much to gain.

Peace and love.

It's

You Will Never See Me Fall

You may see me struggle,

but you won't see me fall.

Regardless if I'm weak or not

Your Beauty

I'll plant a row of daisy seeds,

 

In the space below each eye,

&nbs

TO TUM HO KON

अगर अजनबी सी कोई हो तुम, फिर तुम्हें ख�

ZINDAGI WAHI HAMARI KITAB HAI

कभी कड़ी धूप सी परेशानियाँ

जलाती र�

Wishes Don't Come True

I wish there were words to express how I feel,

But no words I see will do.

No wor

Remember The First Meet

I remember the first time you talked to me,

I wasn't sure what to do.

No one ever

No Other Friend

No other friend is quite like you.

No other friend could do exactly what you do.

If You Think

If you think you can reach the sky,

Why don't you flap your wings to fly?

Always