Child . . .
You look lost and forlorn, child.
Head bowed, helpless and worn, child.
Could you be part of me?
Wise man . . .
Lend me hold of your wisdom.
Send me traveling over the mountains and sea
'Til I become weary.
Beautiful . . .
With your hair and skin without flaw,
And your eyes coyly twinkling:
Are you deep inside me?
Warrior . . .
Bearing arms and a thousand scars,
Struggling even when all is lost;
I can feel you in me.
Lost soul . . .
Without purpose and nowhere to go,
Weeping bitterly though no one knows,
I wll share in your pain.
Heart . . .
The strong beating of one heart
Can make everything worth it.
I am living again.
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| QUOTE (rosediamond @ Mar 01, 06:23 PM) |
| Child . . . You look lost and forlorn, child. Head bowed, helpless and worn, child. Could you be part of me? |
Wow.....This is GOOD!!!
A pleasure to read!
Take care,
Silke
Muchos gracias, Silke! 
~Megan~
~Megan~
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