If stars weep
And then die
In the midnight sky;
If flowers turn their petals
Into lonely eyes
Looking sadly at bees
That cruelly fly away;
If my heart turns
Into petrified stone,
I’ll still find a way
To send you love embraced by prayers.
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This one is tearfully glorious! How perfect the sentiments are portrayed. I come back to your writings, quiet nights, as if to still my own starry eyed thoughts. A wonderful scribe, but what eles to expect from such a talent....PEACE.