I was the Wished for child.
If there ever were a poem...this'd be it:
The Sea of Bitterness
Over the sea of bitterness resides
the deepest of blue skies, so deep
that the tongue of the angels is lost
within its reflection of the waves
that sing softly to the sparrows
who fly beneath the sun
I wish to meet you
I shall meet you
I wish to meet you
upon some distant shore.
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Maktub.
If I only knew...
Love,
M .A. R
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