Tear stained scars remain a reminder of the time,
The rivers ran dead from the emotions of where they were fed,
A history of what once was in a time called yesterday,
A personnel wake held at the death of a romance,
Only memories are left,
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Thank you all, As time goes on and my Blog is getting more world wide views, I personally want to thank each and every single individual wh... -
It's a kind of magic, As the magician cast a spell, Enchanting words, The Sorcerer said, In a rhythmic sound, Air is cracking, The spell... -
To sit for a while and watch the world go by, Sat on a bench watching the tide rise, People watched the day through, As they walked on by, D...
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