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We’ll meet again

 

Even as the passion spoke

in the warmth of love 

of the last embrace 

She knew the words

where lovers lies 

Spoken for comfort

in their last goodbye 

Thoughts they run 

to a distant shore

Where death awaits

and last thoughts lie

But remembered is 

that last embrace 

As only she, remembers now

How dead men leave 

their grief in harts

 

◄ Breathless

The cello player ►

Comments

DESMOND CHILDS

Thu 23rd Aug 2018 21:07

Thank you for the like Taylor. Much appreciated thanks

All the best des

DESMOND CHILDS

Wed 22nd Aug 2018 20:48

Thank you Jane for you comment, very much appreciated. Thank you Anya, Kate and Nerresa for the likes.


All the best des

<Deleted User> (19836)

Wed 22nd Aug 2018 13:31

Breathtaking! Thank you, Jane?

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