Dec 2024
Oh, if I could command the waves,
Bid them hush, their wild tongues stilled,
I would pave a tranquil path, a mirror of longing, for your return.
Bid them hush, their wild tongues stilled,
I would pave a tranquil path, a mirror of longing, for your return.
(F/Malta)
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