The plaintive melody of silence in the night
in a softly lit meadow
with white moonlight,
is where my mind seeks to find
peace, of everlasting kind.
When calm, heavenly purity surrounds,
the crisp rustle of daffodils
all around,
a gentle fragrance in the air
and little angels everywhere!
Among the little angels there,
I know I’ll see one most fair,
with sweetest sound and eyes as dew
who else, but beautiful you!
The tender human heart has its seasons: Its summer’s joy, but sorrows when it snows. When silence comes, and peace surrounds, Its autumn falls, then solitude, its golden spring! Composed by V on 30th November, 2009 04:57
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