I plant my prayers in silent ground,
Water them with words unsound.
The stars fade, the hours drift,
Yet still, I wait, my hands unclenched.
If time must steal, let it restore,
What once was lost, return once more.
No cries, no chains, no last despair,
Juste attendre et espérer.
Feb 2, 2025
Feb 2, 2025 at 10:21 AM UTC
I plant my prayers in silent ground,
Water them with words unsound.
The stars fade, the hours drift,
Yet still, I wait, my hands unclenched.
If time must steal, let it restore,
What once was lost, return once more.
No cries, no chains, no last despair,
Juste attendre et espérer.