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Saturday, July 15, 2006

Morning Summer

AS I sit there dreaming of the morning sunshine
heart beating with the teardrops on my face
I never know as you walk away that morning
silent of the moment and my soul remember dim

Everything was dard that morning,
Never had the love of that summer
and my wait cried in the sunshine morning sky.
Watched the bird flied in sky,
to the soft hope for growth again.

But in my heart I hear the love song
as I admit my dream
that keeps me beating, over and again.
Natasa To
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