Treasure Island

Rachel Fogle

(July 26,1977 / Baltimore, MD)

Beautiful Time....


Never will I ponder the time that has gone by,
Or wish in vain that another had helped me reach the sky.
You were what made me beautiful in so many different ways.
You were my most beautiful times, only now fate has decided another way.

Beautiful time I will reflect and always know in my heart,
That upon every shawdow there lies a wombed and broken heart.

But, along the way you find a place that becomes beautiful to.

Only now you much reach the sky alone and know that it reaches out to you.

In all the tears & in the hurt time still beats fourth.
Only now we must listen and hope that time still keeps course.

Beautiful time together now it has come to an end.
But I lived a life so beautiful my children are here in the end.

Submitted: Wednesday, November 16, 2005

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