Empty does the sparrow soar
when love it has no more.
A desperate stroke of wings
leaves none left to sing.
A watchful eternity does ring;
from this despair will rise a king.
Empty does the sparrow soar
when love it has no more.
A desperate stroke of wings
leaves none left to sing.
A watchful eternity does ring;
from this despair will rise a king.
Retired Professor of Literary Criticism/Philosophy/History. Retired USAR Lieutenant Colonel. Father of six.
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