by Luis G. Dato
I love that I may call
To mind the buried past,
That through Time’s heavy pall
The dead may wake at last.
I love that as I sigh
Above an empty earth,
l might forget and die
And rest me of this birth.
by Luis G. Dato
I love that I may call
To mind the buried past,
That through Time’s heavy pall
The dead may wake at last.
I love that as I sigh
Above an empty earth,
l might forget and die
And rest me of this birth.
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