I own my thought
I am ................. as
I dream ........... now
I wish ............. then
I want ..............you because
I miss ...............you touching
Again your precious eye captures me and my hope becomes like the sun Burning gloriously...as the life pleaser but suddenly, reality is as a cloud. To strike again, ... and gone the warmth... To those dreams lived with in hope... By... Simon Auchterlonie
1 Comments:
very nice, keep going dont give up ....
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