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Wuthering Heights Series

This series just expresses lost love, hopeful love and love reborn.

"Knowing." 
Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more, Men were deceivers ever, One foot in sea and one on shore, To one thing constant never.
William Shakespeare

"Knowing."
Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more, Men were deceivers ever, One foot in sea and one on shore, To one thing constant never.
William Shakespeare

"Fireflies"
Fireflies became stars, 
wishes were waiting in heart to expel.
Silence turned out to be words as my heart is in chaos,
My eyes wait for you at every dawn, to be in my dreams to soothe my soul,
and promise to be with you for life time.

"Fireflies"
Fireflies became stars,
wishes were waiting in heart to expel.
Silence turned out to be words as my heart is in chaos,
My eyes wait for you at every dawn, to be in my dreams to soothe my soul,
and promise to be with you for life time.

"Return to Me"
"He came from the mist, like a shadow or a spirit with no form,
Until he materialized and took me in his arms and I knew
He was flesh and bone,
And returned to me."

"Return to Me"
"He came from the mist, like a shadow or a spirit with no form,
Until he materialized and took me in his arms and I knew
He was flesh and bone,
And returned to me."

"Song of the Lyre"
"Phoebos, it is of you the swan sings clearly,
His wings beating,
Swooping down to the shore
to the swirling river of Peneois,
and it is of you,
the poet sings.
speaking sweetly to his clear-voiced lyre,
at the beginning and at the end,

"Song of the Lyre"
"Phoebos, it is of you the swan sings clearly,
His wings beating,
Swooping down to the shore
to the swirling river of Peneois,
and it is of you,
the poet sings.
speaking sweetly to his clear-voiced lyre,
at the beginning and at the end,

"Anguish"
Ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.

"Anguish"
Ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.