And snatches my peace away.
I clasp your soft hand
And bury my head
Into your bosoms
Your vacuous hand dab me
On my dusty head.
Showing posts with label comfort. Show all posts
Showing posts with label comfort. Show all posts
Tuesday, November 5, 2019
looking for you
When I'm sad
I seek you
You're the comfort
That the farmer feels
When he irrigates his crop.
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Let's Walk Down the Lane
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