Mon, 09/22/2014 - 12:22 -- ngrayam


The days and weeks slip slowly by,
I seek to learn of stars on high.
How great the wonder of distant land,
The universe of God's own hand.
At night I oft look up and stare,
Maybe someday I'll travel there.
But if I left this world behind,
I'd miss a girl who's on my mind,
Her voice rings sweetly like a bell,
The lovely one I know so well.
Perhaps the future in which I aim,
Is not the same without her name.


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