How sweet the thought, of laughter gently traced
Illuminates the void where night once braced
So near it feels, within my grasp
So dearly I wish to weave its clasp
I pondered yestermorn with wistful sigh
As tempests passed and clouds swept high
Speak thy heart, say what thou seek
And surely, it shall find thee meek
Apr 16, 2025
Apr 16, 2025 at 11:12 AM UTC
How sweet the thought, of laughter gently traced
Illuminates the void where night once braced
So near it feels, within my grasp
So dearly I wish to weave its clasp
I pondered yestermorn with wistful sigh
As tempests passed and clouds swept high
Speak thy heart, say what thou seek
And surely, it shall find thee meek