Teira Naahi

Tuesday, October 6, 2015

Ch 19

Fleeting moments

Counting sand

Awkward movement

Youth in hand

A brighter day

Still a sad goodbye

Dry the tears from your eyes

Sweet lady

We have walked these hills 

Emerald green

We have loved on shores

Washed by the sea

Into this city of madness

We stayed sane all the same

Sweet lady my love

We have danced in the rain

To touch your soft skin

To live through your eyes

To melt from your kisses 

To feel your desire

Sweet lady

I would stay 

One million nights more

But the sons of this country

Must heed now the call:

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