May 25, 2009

Monday, May 25, 2009


Long Hours To Wait,
All I Have Now
Thinking Of The Days Gone By
With Hope So Flimsy;
Flickering Flame Of Candle,
Fighting With The Wind Around
Fighting To Survive.
Whatever You Said Or Did
Is Cherished By My Mind,
Thinking Of You Do Ensures
A Pleasure Of Its Kind.

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