like the coming of the dawn,
when the night has crept away,
like the stars that are in heaven,
like each setting of the sun.”
- excerpt from a poem on love & grief by my tata (nana’s dad). hadn’t seen it before today.
like the coming of the dawn,
when the night has crept away,
like the stars that are in heaven,
like each setting of the sun.”
- excerpt from a poem on love & grief by my tata (nana’s dad). hadn’t seen it before today.
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