At evening when the lamp is lit,
All alone, at home I sit.
Night to e calls, and to mhden,
Of I crawl once again.
Silently I climb the stairs,
Now alond, without you here.
I prag for Ann, her and keep,
In heaven,
Where angles fold their wings and sleep.
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Poem's
PoesíaThese are going to be different poem's such as: Love Friendship Birthday Sad Death Hope I do not own any of these poems these are one's I have got of the internet. So enjoy :) p.s. with the sad one people might find them triggering so read at own...
