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- Our Special Place
Solace is the saviour
of the wanton in your heart
Though tears fall, each ache recedes
Leaving the joy to blossom in your eyes
I shield you in my arms
One small wish cascades
Beneath the oak tree, in our escape
Where one thousand wishes could not
Replace...
Leaves flutter and blur
In Our Special Place
We never spoke
All we needed
Was for our dreams to unfold
Bejn Jonathon Xander on Jan 25, 2010, 2:21 pm
Cheers again ;)
juniperlillie on Jan 25, 2010, 9:36 am
I enjoyed the feeling of spledor this one left me with. Great work!