Crown jewels splattered with dessert: Unusual protest at the Tower of London | Watch
When none shall trust the promise in thine eyes, Come unto me, fair soul, and rest thy fear. For though swift Time on silent chariot flies, The heart keeps memories ever bright and clear.
How many years may mortal flesh grow old? As many as the fates in secret spin; Yet kindness, spoken soft or brave and bold, Outlives the dust and warms the world within.
Sweet words, once breathed, no winter’s frost can kill; They linger like a rose’s fading scent, And in the hush of night they whisper still, A gentle vow the heavens must have sent.
So come, dear London, when thy hope is frail— My love stands constant, though all else may fail.
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av Jeflea Norma, Diana.
Publicerad 2025-12-09 16:23