March 24, 2012

 

 

When eastern winds blow across the mind

And the dream of happiness for all mankind

Seems a distant possibility and yet one finds

In that nanosecond when all eyes

Are opened that once were blind

And all creed and colour at one table dine

Where broken hearts no longer pine

And solace the salvation from daily grind

When earthly love we leave behind

As we pass the angels all neatly lined

To welcome us home, when to death

We’re resigned

 

 

 

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