Not Salvation Pitying

Things before our sight We did not realize true value Shadow when realized us Beam enters eye to continue Say: Not salvation pitying Loss of wings mid-day It has become dream to flying Is the truth, to wind? Seagulls cordial Beautiful roses in grove Mothers to subsequent Face your father always bright Who loss of his father Tasted bitterness of existence He lived alone with fullness of the universe Would offset tremulous Way episode to append