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Sometimes
There are days of reflection
When walking alone feels like the future
Looking back, I see you
Far behind
Even though I stop and wait
You get no closer
I only feel the rain on my face
As I get soaked waiting
When walking alone feels like the future
Looking back, I see you
Far behind
Even though I stop and wait
You get no closer
I only feel the rain on my face
As I get soaked waiting
Published 26th Oct 2012
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26th Oct 2012 4:06pm
26th Oct 2012 11:03pm
Anonymous
- Edited 26th Oct 2012 4:44pm
26th Oct 2012 4:43pm
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26th Oct 2012 11:04pm
Anonymous
26th Oct 2012 4:56pm
This poem is great. Its like a flash back, suddenly the image stops but the film rolls on....Well done!
LuMe
LuMe
26th Oct 2012 11:04pm
