The wind blows in a harsh manner now,
But I recall when it caressed me
As sweetly as love's kiss on my brow,
And angels smiled while Heaven blessed me
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favorite line so far:
While Fate scribbled with its golden quill?
and
Yet, tears fall with every foolish prayer
[btw: don't roses usually grow right next to thorns? ? ? better buy some new garden stock! ]
consider yourself 'pardoned'!
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A Lora Poem
Almost every Lora poem i've read,
causes me to gently bow my big head,
and say a prayer: one that is rarely said.
God, take Lora now; she's better off.......dead!
bri :)
i like to make mischief out of your 'misery'! i can't help myself, nor you, too much.
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favorite line so far: While Fate scribbled with its golden quill? and Yet, tears fall with every foolish prayer [btw: don't roses usually grow right next to thorns? ? ? better buy some new garden stock! ] consider yourself 'pardoned'! ========================== A Lora Poem Almost every Lora poem i've read, causes me to gently bow my big head, and say a prayer: one that is rarely said. God, take Lora now; she's better off.......dead! bri :) i like to make mischief out of your 'misery'! i can't help myself, nor you, too much.