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Anonymous

To The Eternity

We regret, repent and remorse only when we have lost exhaustively.

I gaze at you taciturnly all of a sudden. Expecting to see the geniality eyes again with which makes me feel so warm. The day before we reunite in the endless journey, I will evermore cherish the memory of you. The reminiscence of the difficulties we had...

You do much more than I can convey;Three small words written on a special day; Changed my life in so many ways, and I'll love you for eternity; I know you're the man for me; Though so far away God meant us to be; Me for you and you for me, Sharing our lov...

She never knew The way I could be. It was all day long, A day-long eternity. All foot-prints on sands Were of the same feet, She never really knew How I was to repeat.She was unsure if love Could hold us all day long, As waves did back and forth Sing post...

What You Mean to me

You make me more the man I want to be

You have a grasp upon my heartYou never allow us to be apart You always are by my sideYou never allow me to hide You spur my mind to heights been never You always make me strive to endeavour You make my mind reel and spinYou put thought so real within You...

I'm a stone.

Time is an illusion

I’m a stone I’m a stone I’m not alone Standing here on the shore. Don’t worry I will be here for evermore. I’ve stood the test of time Its sublime. The hours of the day Have passed me by And I’m still here Being me silently. And I’ll be here for the sun W...

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Musings of the bank of the St. Lawrence

A band of infinite steel against a limitless charcoal sky,

A band of infinite steel against a limitless charcoal sky, the St. Lawrence apathetically watches the approach of Winter’s cold as he carelessly holds the metropolis beside his bed like an exhausted harlot is held in the moment before her escort pays her...