"Yet hints come to me from the realm unknown;/ Air drift across the twilight border land,/ Odored with life;/ ... whispers to my heart are blown/ That fill me with joy I cannot speak,/ Yea, from whose shadow words drop faint and weak."
Tuesday, November 1, 2011
9.
"Ai depărtat dela mine pe prieteni şi tovarăşi;
şi cei de aproape ai mei s'au făcut nevăzuţi." (Psalm 88.18)
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