"One day all that we wish for, all that we seek may knock on our door and find us weak. The time that we have; the path that we walk, all things are determined by the tick of the clock. What might have been and yet may be lies with circumstance; with it I plea. Love was, and is, and continues on, even after our souls are gone."
1 comment:
Awesome poetry
better than Bruce Dawe lolol
his is so boring
although it made Mrs Buckmaster cry in class D:
feel sorry for her
aiishhh
I love you !
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