Morning Dew

One note, and I shall sing,
One candle, and she shall stand; Let me
Be by your side, she has been reborn.

I may be lost, and yet she cares less,
Why, or where, or how we cry; for
Warm is the blood that leads me to you.

Is the garden cold? It is no more,
She smiles away the morning dew; for
Warm is the root that brings us to you.


by gitanjali | 2009-07-10 00:00 | 【想】起こったこと、感じること