/A Small Tune That My Page Heard/
I promise I'll meet you again when the sky turns grey and the the thunder strikes, the wind blowing fast and the angels crying upon the devastating love of ours. And thy will know, that it was your mighty arms that I wanted to fall into , these sword wounded hands of mine would have held you so warm, and maybe not today but tomorrow we will meet and the land would turn green with the touch of my feet along with yours.
My heart counts the days and so does my breath you look blurry in my memories now but, clear enough my sweet love of dawn we'll meet again when the time is not wrong..
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He Called Me His Beloved
Poetry"Cause the world moves fast love and the thoughts run wild and I'm running out of time let me hold you a bit longer let me kiss you a bit hard today and for the tomorrow that's near let my words sing the melody of you and me." HE CALLED...