EACH NIGHT SHE DREAMT OF ME,SHE SAID, AND WISHED ME IN HER BED.SHE SENT ME SOFTLY SILVERED WORDSWRAPPED IN A GOLDEN SWAYOF HEART AND HEAT AND PHRASES SWEETTHAT FLOWED IN LOVE´S SMOOTH WAY,BUT SHE WAS FICKLE AS A WIND THAT GUSTS ALONG THE BAYERASING WHAT WAS THERE BEFOREAND WASHING ALL AWAY.
THANK YOU DEAR JOHN FOR SHARE THIS NICE POEM OF YOUAND WE CAN LISTEN TOO.NOTA: Sorry, for write your poem for understand, is because myenglish is little and some of the members, dont knowyour language.
EACH NIGHT SHE DREAMT OF ME,SHE SAID, AND WISHED ME IN HER BED.SHE SENT ME SOFTLY SILVERED WORDSWRAPPED IN A GOLDEN SWAYOF HEART AND HEAT AND PHRASES SWEETTHAT FLOWED IN LOVE´S SMOOTH WAY,BUT SHE WAS FICKLE AS A WIND THAT GUSTS ALONG THE BAYERASING WHAT WAS THERE BEFOREAND WASHING ALL AWAY.
ResponderEliminarTHANK YOU DEAR JOHN FOR SHARE THIS NICE POEM OF YOUAND WE CAN LISTEN TOO.NOTA: Sorry, for write your poem for understand, is because myenglish is little and some of the members, dont knowyour language.
ResponderEliminarYour poem is so well written.man i do love it so much!thanks.this poems makes me think think so deeply about this thing called love.
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