Saturday, February 23, 2008

The clouds

The clouds would part
No Love would be the cost
A fraction of a broken heart
For their lack of show of Love
Gentile as the wind
His spirit now aloft to Home
A Love of all forever now
The Love that he would own
Upon a new endeavor now
To never walk alone














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