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Never forgotten
We jump over stone walls
All hands in hand
We fall into white flowers which reach beyond our eye
We bleed from knees from the fall
Laughter fills the air that the breeze then blows to the trees and makes them tickle
We run with our eyes closed
As if our hearts are a compass pointing north
More than ever, we now feel the suns warmth on our faces
And the trees laughter in our heads
Forever ours
Forever friends
One
I love it!! .............
I love it!!
.............
...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
Thanks!
Thanks!