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Fall from the sky
into my arms
Ill hold you tight in love.

Pouring down as rainfall
flying as a dove.

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  1. AnonymousOctober 19, 2009 at 8:12 PM

    i'll love you anyhow.. wow. (:
    it's the same dream i have.. won't he come back? this poem is so sweet, simple, yet powerful.. romantic, aine, see? all your poems.. they're not dark as you told me.. in fact underneath all that sadness, disappointment, fear and unsurity, there is hope.. it shines like a light through your poem.. (: you write really well my dear..
    -mena

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