OUR SHARE
Our share of night to bear,
Our share of morning,
Our blank in bliss to fill,
Our blank in scorning.
Some lose their way.
Here a mist, and there a mist,
Afterwards -- day!
Old London Bridge - Only for Poets
Connecting the Poets who digging heart of me Still death - Sabarnasri
HEARTY WELCOME & HAVE A NICE STAY
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