I searched the darkness in my side of night, So marking stars strewn in the Milky Way, Now made familiar by my searchful sight, That no more in the cosmos could I stray;
Or will a better chance come with the sun, When blazing hot activities progress, My hope goes high, this sadness will be gone, As this endeavour turns to sweet success;
And yet love foiled attempts to ever find Itself, or courage that once dreams denied, What good can light be to a love when blind, And only to deaf silence did confide? . . . . For to a blind the darkness gives no woes, . . . . For one with sight, it’s hardly where he goes.
♪ ♫ Well, I guess, it could be said that if my knowledge and wisdom were converted to wealth, I may humbly say, in all honesty, that I am not a millionaire. But if out of my two cents, you would agree to accept one of it, then, I could proudly say, in all modesty, that I have done charity.♥
That one day you and me walking together accompanying Empty wet road, tree canopy Raining flowers, kissing wind Humming souls of vestal love reveals up, Fell in love with your magical talks and top notch character Even sun seems stygian