Poem about the definition of a friend
The moon cast its pale light upon the landscape; Throwing an ominous glow upon mount Olivet: The vegetation on the meadows lays sprawled out And the grasses and flowers on the field thus mourn. Someone paid a prize steeply contrasting to His deeds.
My past
a part of me gone with time
gone too far to catch up with...
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davidehrgott
February 4, 2016 - 19:52 sound advice!