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Welcome Home

Welcome Home

I can see her broken soul and tattered heart
As she stood there looking through the frames of memories
Her warm eyes hid her pain and frustration
While her hands trembles with anguish
Hope was lost.
That's when I embraced her
Giving her nothing but comfort
Like a fresh drop of rain
She weeps away in solemn peace
Finding solace in my arms
It was my love that she covets
It was her love that I've received
I kiss her on the forehead
And I made her believed....
"Welcome Home."

◄ The Enemy

The Dying Man ►

Comments

Leith

Sat 2nd Jan 2016 16:04

Beautiful

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