Gone, but not too far
Gone is the face I loved to see. The face, so kind, So beautiful. Gone is the voice I loved to hear. The voice, so sweet, So dulcet. Gone is the hands, I loved so dear. The hands, so soft, So benificent. Gone is the hug, I loved to get. The hug, so warm, So tight. Gone is the smile, I loved to perceive. The smile, so wide, So radiant. Gone is the laugh, I loved to enjoy. The laugh, so loud and crazy, But soothing to only my ears. Her body is gone, Too far to see or for sight And for a conversation or for speech. But her body hasn't gone too far, For my thoughts to reach. #TSA2020 *******
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STELLA RAYMOND
*silent* it means a lot. It really really means a lot. Thank you sooo much. ❤️❤️
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STELLA RAYMOND
okayy...not a crying baby.
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😘😘😘😘
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Question 1?/Вопрос 1?
The girl that questions everything,is a girl that needs many answers.She wanders the earth trying to find the person that can answer her many queries.Everthing she writes has a hidden question that makes her heart ache and her head hurt.She spends days writing sad story's that she forgets her sad life.Shes in a painful story that never ends,she's in a story that writes itself.The pages in the book were filled ever so easy,because her heart wrote it for her.She spent her life being afraid,that's what made it so boring.Finding her passion was easy,but fulfilling it was the hardest part of all.Her writing may be boring and sad,but it's what keeps her sane. "She had all the questions in the word,and he had all the answers." Lillian xx
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"Письмо ушедших дней"
Привет , мой милый друг Забыл ли ты, как долго не писала , Прости ,но я хотела отпустить Всю слабостью ,что в себе искала . И может ты проник Моим письмом до дрожи Забыл ли мой дневник , Увиденный стихами одинокой ночи ... Об памяти прошедших дней , Ты не увидишь ни души порока Лишь слабый шепот чувств Уложенных строками тонко . Немой вопрос в глазах Оставлю с времям на последок Легонько холодом касаний уходя , Чтоб не запомнил запах пепла.
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