When the sun shines brilliantly over the mountains
then my love look at me once,
the way you had once upon a time.
let time stand still and
my brethren be awaken
let them be the witness, the skies and the wind
of the matrimony that is holy only
until you and me
time bears the curse of our wretched ancestors
enemies we were once
enemies we are today
only parched with love.
Grace

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Poetry Nights ( Volume I )
PoetryAs the night falls and the pin drops, the silence in the air urges to unfold yet another layer of thought filled with pellucid emotions. When the street light glows and the wind ruffles your curtains, the words bring life. A form of emotion purer th...