| These words | | Print | |
| Written by Hoakz | |
| Thursday, 06 April 2000 | |
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These words are like the wind, Falling easy like the rain, These words are wild and free, Never born in pain. I feel them grow in my heart, Rising from the bottom of the well, In disbelief I see them come, As if molded from a spell. These words are used to build a world, Yet pure and simple like a dove, These words I whisper, scream or sing, When I say: I am in love! |
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