On this dark and silent morning
My poet friend Marita
Left her worn out body
Hallowed by a new moon
The angel of words
Came to greet her
And an opera of voices
Sang praise
Kiy Anjali
On this dark and silent morning
My poet friend Marita
Left her worn out body
Hallowed by a new moon
The angel of words
Came to greet her
And an opera of voices
Sang praise