When the love is died before I touch it
I can remember how it came to rest
Like a tired watcher at his nest.
When the morning dawns, I can hear the call of love,
Softly he flung a view between the sky,
Turn back the silence that will not sleep.
I'll lie no dove,
Take me fly to the free skies,
I will fall and hurt so deep..
Except my heart too generous to die?
by : @filsaardelia
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