It's how we slip away
Little did we know
That you would one day
... leave us here alone
You were the most beautiful
we had ever seen
life was merciful
... you left no un-turned stone
Patrick Darnell
Showing posts with label Mockingbird. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Mockingbird. Show all posts
Saturday, December 28, 2013
Mom
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bella sogno,
emotion,
Mockingbird,
Mom,
mountain,
poem a day
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