No single hour can stand for nought
No moment hand can move
But calenders a aching thought
Of my first lonely love
But calenders a aching thought
Of my first lonely love
Where silence doth the loudest call
My secrets to betray
As moonlight holds the night in thrall
As suns reveal the day
My secrets to betray
As moonlight holds the night in thrall
As suns reveal the day
#photography #poetry #environment
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