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When we speak
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When we speak |
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vandana
since 1999-10-22
Posts 10463USA |
You have come back to my arms, After so my days have passed, It's been so long Since we've talked, Here we are, Pass from day to day, Our feelings hid, The world wonder That we can't love again, We did'nt say a word or Blame eachother What has happed to us When we try to speak, We couldn't sat those days of love are just a memory, Now we stand here looking At the right directions For the furture, When we cry, We cry about the dreams We had together, We realise our dreams never come ture, Again, |
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Marge Tindal
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
VanDana~ Hard to believe this little poem sat here for all this time without a reply ... I'm archiving and found this sad little piece~ 'those days of love are just a memory, Now we stand here looking At the right directions For the future' You reach tender places in your writing, dear~ I enjoyed this~ *Hugs* ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
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