It was an early poem, not worthy of music, she thought. But smiled that he had faith enough to ask her to give it. For what is a tune without words but the wandering soul drifting over the water, seeking its forever home.
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Thursday, August 8, 2013
Early Poem
It was an early poem, not worthy of music, she thought. But smiled that he had faith enough to ask her to give it. For what is a tune without words but the wandering soul drifting over the water, seeking its forever home.
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