dying sighs
Wednesday, November 19, 2014
Solicitude
As the blown leaves loves the wayward wind,
As the falling raindrops loves the
far-flung sky,
I am regret, longing;
Wanting, to appease you.
My words desired,
and failed;
I hope for you,
Is all I wish to say.
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