Faces in the sand. Wind blows away the grains making different pictures. Not the same, see the grains, brown on to different plains. Nothing's new, nothings old. It makes the soul grow cold. See the heartbreak. Feel the pain. No more love. Nothing's the same. Lonesome and lost help me find my way. No one to turn to. My minds in a daze. Turn to myself is the only way!
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marlenawood (
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I like this poem. It can feel hard sometimes when nothing is the same. Sometimes it seems like there is a lost of security. Then you realize the blessings you have.
Your right and I'm blessed everyday thanks love for enjoying
it comes and goes,but it will be back
That's right xx
A fine write M. I want no more love! It only makes me swoon! heehee. (I want it really lol).
Thanks love
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