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My Season
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My Season |
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amerijuanican Junior Member
since 2001-12-11
Posts 12 |
Tunes of yesterday's song Build my memories.My me These notes clothe my spirit.This fruit my tree But my harvest, brings shame, a prophet's decree? To turn this soil, my heart-a reaper's pain Another seed.Reach deep.Time gone.No rain Til, warming sun, this season pass. I pray this not my season last. |
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Startime Member Ascendant
since 2000-10-03
Posts 5918Canada |
*sigh* such sadness and a feeling of regret...I too pray this is not you season last. Your poems touch the soul. **hugs**  Love I leave with you whether it is in your life now or yet the essense of your dreams. |
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Mistletoe Angel 
since 2000-12-17
Posts 32816Portland, Oregon |
 (big hugggssssss) Tears fell down my cheeks reading this, my heart cries out to your sorrow. (sad sigh) Always listen to your loving heart, sweet friend, for this is never your last season, for tomorrow holds many seasons of love and hope that He is preparing for you. (sigh) Follow your heart, sweet friend, and you can achieve anything! (sigh) We all love you so much, sweet friend! (kiss on cheek) My heart is with you always! You have such a beautiful heart, sweet friend, thank you for sharing!  May love and light always shine upon you! Love, Noah Eaton |
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