



Though I live on borrowed time,
Amongst simplest deeds and love divine,
where flowers blossom, they may not be one in kind,
they lift my spirits,
to another rhyme,
.
Just like music.
.
Sorrowed pasts have I left behind,
Once they weighed heavy upon my kindred mind,
Though the tears,
Though the sadness,
I realize,
They were just madness.
.
Voudrais-tu marcher sur mon chemin,
Voudriez-vous partager la beauté de l’amour divin,
J’ai faim de voir le chemin que nous avons parcouru ensemble.
J’ai faim de voir le chemin que nous avons parcouru ensemble.
.
(Would you like to walk my path,
Would you share the beauty of love divine,
I hunger to see the path we have strode together,
I hunger to see the path we have strode together)
-shobana-
Lovely words, Shobana. They have hurt and joy. Must always move with time. It softens the blows. Very pretty pictures. 🙂
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Thank you, Terveen 🙂
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