There as she sat waiting for her lover to come, a night watcher silently stood gazing from behind. Time is passing, and candle's light dancing to the silence of the night: Here he is I hear his footsteps coming, or is this the sound of my heart beating fast.
Copyright © ali hammoud | Year Posted 2012
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