Blue falls on the river
tonight falling and recoiling
in a splashing wave of stars
like frozen rain.
I miss the most of you that
I know which is a little piece
of something small but powerful
No burning flames no one the
sames just the now of I love you.
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6 comments:
and no one would be loved by me the way I loved you..
And the wow of I love You too.
That little piece can mean the world to someone.
Hey Rob.. thanks, and some feeling which can not be expressed in words. Please drop me a email at beyondfewwords@gmail.com I'll keep reading you and will be in touch.
thanks R
will do... of course.
I miss the most of you that
I know which is a little piece
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It seems we can never know more than this little piece of the whole. If we did we couldn't keep it with us like a talisman. A pebble smoothed by nervous, lonely, fingers waiting for the ocean to come back. That little piece is the pea keeping us awake, waiting for a lover to come back to bed.
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