Rather not good for same,But bestow from heart for.... Each morn thine life of,And desires come to and adore. For thou all special for,But not rich from by wealth.... And only glitters in world,No matter heart how Dwelth.
Rise of each day for thou,Things place by your likes.... But miser god now a days,Listen less the loves cries. And will never stop dreaming,For thou one always in sleep.... But how can forget days all,Thine shadow there in all weeps.
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Posted: Jun 2014
About this poem:
The imagination for love,how one live in love of hope and wanted to over shadowed for safe of love and sake of it.