In a state of reverie I am in
With the prettiest creature called love
Let me go wild
Let me breathe within
I feel like a playful dove
Ask the angels they speak right
Tag: Religion
CHILDHOOD’S PAST, Poetry by Robert Valleau
Carefree days of childhood’s past
Gone for now not to last.
Only in our mind to see
Moments we call memories.
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