Gone tomorrow.
Heart to lend,
Love to borrow.
Blossoms of new promise
The winds scatter in sorrow.
But always there is solace
In the sunrise that will follow.
Saturday, November 8, 2014
Petals
Here
today,
Gone tomorrow.
Heart to lend,
Love to borrow.
Blossoms of new promise
The winds scatter in sorrow.
But always there is solace
In the sunrise that will follow.
Gone tomorrow.
Heart to lend,
Love to borrow.
Blossoms of new promise
The winds scatter in sorrow.
But always there is solace
In the sunrise that will follow.
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