One Question
In your flight of the skiesTime has passed and so have chances
I sit and wait
With the sun setting upon me
As I gaze upon the wheat colored skies
Do you hear the rain?
I walk down the shallow trail
I feel the storm coming front and center
To be able to see every side of the obvious question
"Does love have no end?"
Poetry by Coolaaron88
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Written on 2006-08-25 at 06:22




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