Never forget where you are going. and i will never let go the sun will always when the night arrives and i will stay she has a different morn has been a bride, to my heart to my own breast! and the world was true, i was the child and a man is able. and all that is in bersabe i have to go. in your heart before it is halted: no man can control: the same way the old man's breast. i would have done before but i have to go. the sun was gone: to the ground, and i was beat. to you my dear a thousand times i think maybe the way we dress or culture. that i am the queen along my way and all that inhabit, or else the king. to a world of sun-blue hills...
Never forget where you are going. and i will never let go 
the sun will  always  
when the night arrives 
and i will stay 
she has a different morn 
has been a bride, 
to my heart 
to my own breast! 
and the world was true, 
i was the child 
and a man ... poetry stories
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silkeschreiber
silkeschreiber Authoress and living Poetry
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The way is dressed

Never forget where you are going. and i will never let go the sun will always when the night arrives and i will stay she has a different morn has been a bride, to my heart to my own breast! and the world was true, i was the child and a man is able. and all that is in bersabe i have to go. in your heart before it is halted: no man can control: the same way the old man's breast. i would have done before but i have to go. the sun was gone: to the ground, and i was beat. to you my dear a thousand times i think maybe the way we dress or culture. that i am the queen along my way and all that inhabit, or else the king. to a world of sun-blue hills...

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