She had the serenity of someone accustomed to pain.
Her words were final,
Yet her voice remained soft, full of undertones.
She said: you come in the wrong hour.
There is no longer the right hour for love, No longer.
She had the serenity of someone accustomed to pain.
Her words were final,
Yet her voice remained soft, full of undertones.
She said: you come in the wrong hour.
There is no longer the right hour for love, No longer.