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Lake Park |
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Huan Yi Member Ascendant
since 2004-10-12
Posts 6688Waukegan 
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. It is late autumn The oak leaves have gone From orange to brown There is a dry rasp To their rustling as an Evening wind passes by I have come for no particular Reason Just standing alone Under the gaze of distant stars Not waiting for anyone to appear I can imagine the sound of a train Beyond the trees The wail of its horn As it slowly fades See in the night Whoever I want approaching On the gravel road Yet it is this quiet night I only want without faith or hope That it’s you I’ll see coming toward me Through the lamp lit air Oh my love How much has changed Since we were here . |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
We are always drawn to places that hold our memories. Exquisitely worded. Margherita |
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Marchmadness Member Rara Avis
since 2007-09-16
Posts 9271So. El Monte, California |
Beautifully written and quite moving, John. Ida |
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Huan Yi Member Ascendant
since 2004-10-12
Posts 6688Waukegan |
. Thank you both for reading. John . |
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