"I want more than a lonely nation..." Switchfoot
She's a wraith that runs with the wind
A song that's lost with the lips
All I can trace are footsteps in the sand,
And a scent of loveliness that soon wanes.
She's gone away.
We are now the BN Poetry Foundation
21 hours ago
3 comments:
I know that feeling, sit tight help is on the way
Ah, mon ami..
Perhaps she's coming back..
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