To your presence
When by my isolated garden i sit,
And sinful thoughts cover my mind,
When by the sand slide away my grit,
And heart shiver in the anguish blinds.
When the mind hovers for peace,
And body for scented breeze,
Should i still desire for acceptance,
And weave my hope for ascendance.
Should I...
And sinful thoughts cover my mind,
When by the sand slide away my grit,
And heart shiver in the anguish blinds.
When the mind hovers for peace,
And body for scented breeze,
Should i still desire for acceptance,
And weave my hope for ascendance.
Should I...