Tuesday, December 21, 2010

Drift.

Far across and being rendered

Love flew with yonder blues

Great is the feeling

Some people wouldn’t see

The sufferings we had,

Time has been changed.

Shout a mighty thunder

We’ll be there to tame

Love is like a darling

Spreads across the field

But who should come to us?

Nought but love afield

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