Where?


No one tells me
exactly precise,
There is no advice
Where are you
my precious Dear,
why aren't you near,
where is our paradise?


Withered are all
the flowers,
Absent are summer
showers
How can my
spirit grow
Evermore live,
enlighten and glow,
without your
celestial powers

 

 

 

 

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