Sunday, November 16, 2014

North Wind In Sails Comments

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I can ne'er know by what cruel hand or eye,
what worst time of the year to that day of morning's pure serene,
I behold my love that grows to eternal bliss;
that of erased looks this world to my mind still
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Naveed Khalid
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