Times Of Old Poem by colinb bradley
Times Of Old
The beauty Im sold
Of buildings of old,
So cold im told,
Character so bold,
Time takes their toll,
Buildings become a mould,
From times of old,
When services were sold,
Stories from souls,
Never been told,
When values were hold,
Integrity never sold,
From souls of old,
Because their words
Were from their soul,
I miss times of old.
Colin Bradley
The old times can build lot of memories and in memories there always such eternal beauties and feelings that expensive..we may lost it behind but we still carry it infront_Soul
The old times can build lot of memories and in memories there always such eternal beauties and feelings that expensive..we may lost it behind but we still carry it infront_Soul
The old times can build lot of memories and in memories there always such eternal beauties and feelings that expensive..we may lost it behind but we still carry it infront_Soul
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4/18/2024 2:21:19 AM # 1.0.0.1119
The old times can build lot of memories and in memories there always such eternal beauties and feelings that expensive..we may lost it behind but we still carry it infront_Soul