Calmness at summer’s dawn,
of silence profound and senses ecstasy
when seeing that fleeing fawn,
and wonder’ng about life’ complexity;
I am afraid our life’s ‘re entwined,
as last summer seized our soul,
the silhouette of willow’ wet and lined,
there where the winds weep and roll;
As sunflowers emerge from their night’s mourning,
bursting of golden glow, flowers of fantasy,
on that golden carpet is the warning,
when tender balm’s falls from heaven’s canopy;
As the nightingale sings,
the future will prove sombre,
we don’t know what our slumbering hearts will bring,
at that exquisite hour, when skies are ombre;
Love is filled and clear,
let this silence be without sound,
but, let them hear,
the voice of despair, when no life is found.
Jun 14, 2020
Jun 14, 2020 at 4:50 AM UTC
Calmness at summer’s dawn,
of silence profound and senses ecstasy
when seeing that fleeing fawn,
and wonder’ng about life’ complexity;
I am afraid our life’s ‘re entwined,
as last summer seized our soul,
the silhouette of willow’ wet and lined,
there where the winds weep and roll;
As sunflowers emerge from their night’s mourning,
bursting of golden glow, flowers of fantasy,
on that golden carpet is the warning,
when tender balm’s falls from heaven’s canopy;
As the nightingale sings,
the future will prove sombre,
we don’t know what our slumbering hearts will bring,
at that exquisite hour, when skies are ombre;
Love is filled and clear,
let this silence be without sound,
but, let them hear,
the voice of despair, when no life is found.
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