He was just a man... that was all, but like the wind that fills the sails of ships he filled my emptiness and I loved him most, maybe because I loved him from afar, like that star I used to watch from my window, the one that seemed so bright. He was life giving water and I was just a jar I held him, but he was never mine. Sign in to see full entry.
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I have always written, These are some of the poems I love best. By sharing them with you I am sharing parts of my soul. I hope you enjoy them. All material copyright Sinome 2009
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