My bed begs
Your presence
To lie again as one
Home from the wars
And blank nights
From the cold breaths
Of others
To lie again in warmth;
So it seems
That my moments spent
Wait your return
And our smiles to flower.
Saturday, 16 July 2011 01:59
Hope
Written by burton beerman
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Poetry
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