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On the streat where people forget to tread..the poem making me to look to life. treat

Oh you! You have come to take me in your arms? In this silent evening no one is there to bid me farewell, Will you wait a little, for a tiny bit of time? Very fine poem very imaginative. posing yourself.. to meet you. tony

In this utter calmness all the birds into stillness, The wind stops blowing and drifting waves cease, Is this the time to sail across

On the street where the path dissolves in crossing, On a lone winter evening a silhouette silent and still, Who art thou standing in lone painfulness? Gazing at me with undulating gesture

On the street where the path dissolves in crossing, On a lone winter evening a silhouette silent and still, Who art thou standing in lone painfulness? Gazing at me with undulating gesture..! !

On the street where the path dissolves in crossing, On a lone winter evening a silhouette silent and still, Who art thou standing in lone painfulness? Gazing at me with undulating gesture..! ! !

On the edge of the path where shepherd boys rare go, Beneath a baniyan tree where birds rear their nestling, On the edge of the path where sky winks, You stand before the shore of my life..! !

On the street where people forget to tread, I see your silent note invoking me to your shore. Wait a little I will sail across side by side With smiling face and with no regret...! !

My soul that departs without much use, In thy hand will it become it upright, From abysmal pit to empty Esprit...¡!

On the street where people forget to tread, I see your silent note invoking me to your shore. Wait a little I will sail across side by side With smiling face and with no regret..! ! !

The wind stops blowing and drifting waves cease, Is this the time to sail across? ...! ! !

Wait a little I will sail across side by side With smiling face and with no regret...! !

On the street where the path dissolves in crossing, On a lone winter evening a silhouette silent and still, Who art thou standing in lone painfulness..

The wind stops blowing and drifting waves cease, Is this the time to sail across? ! ! !

On the edge of the path where shepherd boys rare go, Beneath a baniyan tree where birds rear their nestling, On the edge of the path where sky winks....! ! !

On the street where the path dissolves in crossing, On a lone winter evening a silhouette silent and still, Who art thou standing in lone painfulness? Gazing at me with undulating gesture...! !

On the street where people forget to tread, I see your silent note invoking me to your shore. Wait a little I will sail across side by side With smiling face and with no regret...//

On the edge of the path where shepherd boys rare go, Beneath a baniyan tree where birds rear their nestling, On the edge of the path where sky winks, You stand before the shore of my life..! ! !

The wind stops blowing and drifting waves cease, Is this the time to sail across? .'''