Remembering

She lived by the river-side
Was a beauty in the days
When the precious hours of day are numbered
I make my plee, but no one knows

I went up and down the back roads
Out of me unworthy and unknown
When I looked into your eyes
I saw the essence of your past self



Poetry by Coolaaron88
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Written on 2006-08-21 at 18:53

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Mikki
this poem isn't just nice... it's beautiful.
thanks for shareing :)

// Mikki
2006-08-21