memories

Discussion in 'Poet's Corner' started by thepointisthereisnopoint, Jun 22, 2010.

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  1. the sky is blue
    the air is fresh
    pale golden beams of light
    fall slowly through the trees
    I turn my head to yours
    I say I love you
    hold your hand firmly
    and watch the sunset
    it isn't much
    but its perfect​
     
  2. PollyAnna

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    I absolutely loveeee this poem :) It's very nice! Good job, sweetheart!
     
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