past is past

Can’t change the time that has passed,
As stony silence has pierced the heart,
Something has vanished and gone astray,
As the tide rose up and ebbed away,
Let the earth slumber and darkness descend,
Just the calming moonlight as your dear friend,
As the night softly makes way for the light,
May each new step be by the Lord’s side.



 
Yvonne Fernandes
 

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  1. Yvonne Fernandes23 November 2017 at 22:04

    got the date when I wrote this poem - Monday, January 4, 2010

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