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by Carolyn Apr 19, 2007 category : Sadness, depression / lost relationships
On my breast rest,the Face of a restless Tear.. Quickly dried as dust, And blown away by the Dry wind From the frosty sun Chill.. Short lived the restless Tear.. For death creeped upon me alas.. Muted lips.. Dried all rivers flow Within..
by mohamad aref numan
Really impressive
Very impressive&nice one