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by Sinners gospel Sep 24, 2017
Love, romance /
I saw the ghost of our love
under the same tree
where we used to weave our dreams
during the summer evenings;
Where my childhood had grown up in your lap;
Where you locked my soul in your lips forever
and where my heart fell like embers from that tree
and turned into ashes.
Winter is coming
and it will freeze
,not if you ignite the
M O F L O V E in your heart once again
This is a great poem and I really loved the layout...very pleasing to the eye :)
Can I suggest a small thing that I think you have wrong here....The first half of the poem is written in past tense which makes this sentence wrong IMHO...
"Where my childhood has grown up in your lap" I think it should be had?
Very much enjoyed this one from you.
And where my heart felt like embers from that tree.
This is a beautiful piece
by Sinners gospel
Thanks Mark once again.
I spied this piece earlier.. I like the changes you made in flames to make it look like a flame well done on a wonderful write
Thanks you so much
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