Treasure Island

Rocco Candela


Losing Love


You are a thousand winds that blow,
you are the diamond glints of snow
you are the soft stars that shine at night,
you are the Falcons swift and soaring flight
you are the angels song in my heart,
this is not the time to grow apart

Submitted: Friday, January 10, 2014
Edited: Saturday, January 11, 2014

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  • Khairul Ahsan (1/10/2014 10:00:00 PM)

    This indeed is a wonderful, sweet and soft poem that I liked very much.
    'you are the angels song in my heart,
    this is not the time to grow apart' - Beautifully said! (Report) Reply

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