If ever we shall perish
and become but specks
of dust, I hope the wind
carries us away to that
place you've always loved.
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PoetryA book full of love poems. Some of them I've written, some I've not. So credits to the original owners.
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If ever we shall perish
and become but specks
of dust, I hope the wind
carries us away to that
place you've always loved.
