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RE: Voyage -- To Foreverland

in #poetry7 years ago (edited)

for this poem my heart beats , continuous, unending.
like a pendulum that wisks the air high above, suspended.

I long to see, no i crave for more. But until then my heart, my spirit will soar. I'll wait.

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Hehehehe...

Soon, dear. soon.