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By sandy
Sunny days in safe unknown Wintry days with grief not shown A touch of hands A smile of faces Nary a show of griefs sad traces Enjoying of this time called life Little things should be foremost Because when it's been lived, loved, lost That's when we start to know the cost. To never see a loved one's face To never even know their place. Will all the senses I use here? To know of life from gay to tear Be what I need to cross the line and recognize my loved ones' shine? Written October 6th, 2001 © on Oct 06 2001 06:36 AM PST 18 • 0 • 10
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"Sunny days in safe unknown..."