White as snow
I am loving youlike the nights moon
in the outumn.
Every day we go out
into the clean forest were
you borned him.
I am asking you.
You are answering me.
Resting
in the words of
peace.
Never tired or depressed.
Poetry by jimmiH
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Written on 2006-02-09 at 21:50
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