Post card
We had a rendez-vous under the Palm tree
Where the sand is white like a veil left on our sorrows,
Where the sea is beautiful like a flower grown from our hopes,
Where the sun is bright like a lighthouse built from our love
The birds were our witnesses, the stones our pillows and the wind our music
I missed you.
May 15th, 2009 at 5:22
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June 2nd, 2009 at 1:42
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