To the west through sky's of blue,
My love I'll see you soon.
My heart is in the fire,
Waiting for desire.
My mind is ever clear,
As a softly falling tear.
Down my cheek, it's been a week.
I miss my loved dear.
To see your eyes upon my soul,
Brings me close to feeling full,
Of love and sin to reappear.
And angels in the dark.
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Author:
RSM (Pseudonym) (
Online) - Published: June 26th, 2024 05:21
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments1
Good write RSM.
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