Healing-Hurts

It is as on the sand I write for you a poem But the sea comes in again to steal it Like a child I stand and wonder why this is That hope lives only to be washed away

Saturday, December 02, 2006

love that twinkles throughout the night

It was the Little Autumn fairy
who came to sit upon my knee
When I told her about you
we became so very happy
With lots of silly things to say
and talk about all night
Oh! how we loved you as the stars
that with wisdom twinkle

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