Do not pierce the darkness, with your sharp hoot. Evil times are always followed by loneliness. The cold wet wind is all we get in this neck of woods. Still, you have got your feathers and I’ve got my hut. Do not cry over spilt milk. It’s all in vain. It’s for both of us I’m singing this sad song. The vicious cycle of life is full of great sorrows. But, they all vanish at the feet of ultimate bliss. https://youtube/watch?v=3QcPRsaEtSc
Posted on: Thu, 04 Dec 2014 17:01:19 +0000