She who, said goodbye forever,
Left like the flowers of the plum-tree,
Blooming beside our roof space,
the charm of her youth and beauty
thrilled once in my own  heart
to quicken their flush and fragrance,
where does she dwell to-day,
my dear little vanished girl?
This light of the half moon
that plays on the water
I pour it for the dead,
for them to open their eyes
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Williamsji Maveli
Email:williamsji@yahoo.com.
www.williamsji.com
www.william­sgeorge.com

posted on Friday, 01st, February 2013