Words that I write. Some old. Some new. I write them for me. I write them for you.
Thursday, May 31, 2012
When I Find You, My Dear
The words, sincere.
Ears, open to hear.
Truth, minus the fear,
So my intentions are clear.
The Sun is to appear
Whenever your light is near.
Three-sixty-five of those
Will make it the greatest year.
-miguel
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