Of being known ,of love

The voice that called my name is heard no more
Of  knowledge  and  of love I am deprived
We ask ,if love  must  end ,what is it for?
Eternity enraptured  is its core
The space of love takes all dimensions  far
We recognise  the moment  and its life
The voice that called my name is heard no more
Of  being known,  of love, I am deprived.

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About Katherine

I like art, poetry,history, literature,cooking,doing nothing to music.And conversation
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