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Well
Contributed by
Marc_HJSP
on
Wednesday, 18th November 2009 @ 07:44:19 PM in AEST
Topic:
LovePoetry
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Im relaxin with a cup of tea inhaling a sent of urbe
Everything is so quiet only the engine from my pc
My fingers are tingeling like a new born kid
The light from my screen so pleasent
with every sip im feeling you
Outside a car pass by i hear everything
Its light are dark red like i feel for you
The wind is laying low the leaves waves so slow
My mind is at ease my face the silent sea
objects in my room leaving faint shadows by
A hole of light i see on the simpel wall
i smell the air i breathe a toast to my soul
By Marc Foder
Copyright ©
Marc_HJSP
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2009-11-18 19:44:19] (Date/Time posted on
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