passion
I was sleeping and heard a voice coming to me from heaven saying come back home my child and give me your heart and soul and i will give you the strengh to carry on.
passion
I was sleeping and heard a voice coming to me from heaven saying come back home my child and give me your heart and soul and i will give you the strengh to carry on.
Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
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Title | Comments | Submitted |
heart beats | 0 | 10/19/2009 |
passion | 0 | 10/19/2009 |
burning bright | 0 | 10/19/2009 |
problems | 0 | 10/15/2009 |
storms | 0 | 10/15/2009 |
tears | 0 | 10/14/2009 |
love | 0 | 10/12/2009 |
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