Days had come, winters had gone,
and we were gamboled in Paradise.

I was your knight, holding you tight,
as a sister when I saw your crying eyes.
Time went by and we had to say goodbye.
I'm staring up to the clouds above.
Hoping the saints could help one day.
Lead us together again.

Poetry by Louise. J
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Written on 2009-06-11 at 15:28

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