You said your eyes are blue as the ocean
And I cried.
You said your eyes are deep as they are blue
And I smiled.
You said your eyes are like Jamaican skies
And I remembered…
November New Moon
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As she sat gazing
at night skies on the eve
of the November New Moon,
a voice came to her,
and it whispered in her ear:
“Shrug off the past,
all the ...
4 weeks ago
memories are the sweetest and the things that bring memories are precious
ReplyDeleteI love this little poem! :D
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