Beautiful Lady,
As I await the sun rise,
thoughts of brighter days
flow thru broken shards
of memories.
Dreams that were etched
like the lines of a well drawn map
are now blurred
as if wetted by rain drops
from HEAVEN.
The source of the precipitation
however
is from tears
accumalated from the
years of endless crying,
broken hearts,
broken dreams,
death,
pain
and,
S
O
R
R
O
W
YOU ARE MY RAY OF SUNHINE
IN A WORLD SO TORN!
Originally Posted On Site: 2007-09-09 06:33:39
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