Seasons of the Heart
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
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
‘Twas when I saw the mighty sky Shutting its majestic eye Slowly in a mighty wink. As the icy wind took wing To its hole the mole did sink And the nightingale soon ceased to sing. In a thrust, out of the sky Shot an arm that struck so nigh Faster than a mortal’s eye……
FOR A LOST LOVE As weary I grow in my final fight I know I shan’t outlast this frightful night, For men twice wiser lived but none exists, Who by his wit contrived life from death’s mists. Dark and dreary have been my fondest dreams Dearer than reality, so it seems For there blossoms the…