Written by: Halfsighted Boosteya
Date: Tuesday, January 3rd, 2017
Addressed to: Fiend Calaurn I'llur
Some days will pass into nights
Evenings become mornings.
How they pass may appear the same
Even though they are never identical.
Tomorrow begins with a great change!
Always this is true.
Least of my worries is whether
I will be without.
Even if it is not poetry,
Nobody can miss a message
Except that they haven't the right translation.
Penned by my hand on the 16th of Phaestian, in the year 731 AF.
Written by: Halfsighted Boosteya
Date: Tuesday, January 3rd, 2017
Addressed to: Fiend Calaurn I'llur
Some days will pass into nights
Evenings become mornings.
How they pass may appear the same
Even though they are never identical.
Tomorrow begins with a great change!
Always this is true.
Least of my worries is whether
I will be without.
Even if it is not poetry,
Nobody can miss a message
Except that they haven't the right translation.
Penned by my hand on the 16th of Phaestian, in the year 731 AF.
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