Maesot, My Backyard ,20040203 |
Flash back to my left-behinded road,
Memory draws me.. a path I chose,
Whispered by darkness ..shouted by sunshine,
The road lead us ..from a thousand mile,
Here we met in the middle of our song,
Speak gently in tender tones,
And life's long night is ended on this way,
Lies open onward to eternal day.
~ Chirala
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