Morning arises
Many things to do
This heart realizes
The minutes are few
Gather my seabags
Suitcase , guitar
Heavy this heart sags
Our distance turns far
Overwhelming emotion
Flooding do rise
Daunting the notion
Of our final goodbyes...
C2008vduna
Morning arises Many things to do This heart realizes The minutes are few
Gather my seabags Suitcase , guitar Heavy this heart sags Our distance turns far
Overwhelming emotion Flooding do rise Daunting the notion Of our final goodbyes... C2008vduna
Author notesMarch 22, 2008 last time I saw my daughter and son. A contest entry
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