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Whispers |
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zenny Member
since 2002-11-24
Posts 371Belgium 
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 Whispers In the middle of the plain a man sits down whispering the story of his past All alone, far away from town, he remembers events happening so fast As small tears near the ground he recalls his wifes face and the love they once vowed now.. he can't find a single trace For his wife passed away carrying their unborn child Though many times he did pray the Lord wasn't mild The woman he adored he'll never kiss again And the child yet unborn won't lessen his pain So he sits, and whispers the lines of his life untill he finds a new goal wherefor he can strive |
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Justbleu Member Elite
since 1999-08-31
Posts 3329Oregon, Originally From Alaska :) |
 What a sad and tender write!!!!Very nice!!!! Bridgette  "Somewhere, somehow, it should be possible to touch someone and never let go again. To hold someone, not for a moment but forever." Unknown |
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KoKo Senior Member
since 2003-02-15
Posts 995Inside the shadow's shadow |
This is so, so sad! I do not know whether I was then a man dreaming I was a butterfly, or whether I am now a butterfly dreaming I am a man. |
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