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Futile Years ~   Leave a comment

Most beautiful of face, when she holds a smile Making me pray it stays for a while, Showing sparkles in the eye That will vanish by and by. So, since with her I spend my hours, Offering up strong scented flowers, and bringing jewels while bowing low, I give my all to keep her aglow. […]

Posted February 26, 2012 by Aarron in Poetry Of My Making

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