Annabelle Poem by mark anthony st. rose
Annabelle
The more I live,
the more cold I
and my days become,
but somehow seeing you
is like seeing a peeping sun,
that sends a warm streak upon my skin,
and a small flame ignites my soul begin
its journey towards a brighter tomorrow.
copyright by Mark Anthony St. Rose. All rights reserved.
Monday, March 8, 2010
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