The touch of your tears on my face never left me. Your pain was my pain, when I hurt you, I hurt myself even more. The feeling when we reconciled brought joy into my sadness And the touch of your lips created an indelible memory of the moment. When a broken love is …
Sometime at eve when the tide is low, I shall slip my moorings and sail away, With no response to a friendly hail, In the silent hush of the twilight pale, When the night stoops down to embrace the day And the voices call in the water’s flow. Sometime at eve when the tide …
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