My light on a gray day All was not well that day when our song played on the radio reminding me that all would be all right, all would be all right. I looked at the gray clouds painting my memories with you hoping one day to see you. As the drops danced on my window, time slowly erased your image from my eyes. The stars pose in my window, crying auroras while my light went out. Poem and photos of me.
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Beautiful poem. So you are a poetic dear.
I like to practice pretty letters.
Right! It comes from the heart and it is written on the sheet.
This is awesome composition.
This is awesome composition.
Beautifully expressed, Max!