His hands folded He stands at the corner For the sins of his youth His tears streaming His muffled cries enfold For his unwise decisions For many are they He reflects on this punishment He expects no tender mercies For his sins are to be told and feared Is his youth to be blamed? Is his untimely... Sign in to see full entry.
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Writing and expressing my feelings through poetry is something I look forward to each day..so here goes. Copyright s.l.gomez 2010 "Mencari ilhamku melalui penulisan membawa ketenangan kepada jiwaku." And if you feel like spending a little more time with me..:) please visit my other blog http://www.alittletimewithshobana.blogspot.com Your visits are most welcome.
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