by kim belding Dec 22, 2006
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Life, society /
other
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She runs through the willow trees as if she had seen a ghost swarming behind her a misted wind and fog he hair it glistens from the reflection of the snow her lips where turning purple but she just cant wait shes keeps on running a figure is standing in front of her eyes she stops looks smiles and runs in to his arms shes safe again the wind the fog has gone the snow and icicle's have melted the sun has rose iv never seen love or anything like it. when she ran in to his arms it way like the world had changed |