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Post by Monica N'tbayou-Love on Jan 27, 2007 12:46:49 GMT
Flowers for Lorraine
Will you pick them for me as you did for Lorraine on the day when your final goodbye had been said;
When we stood hand in hand, and remembered the pain of a woman, now twenty years dead?
Will you lean out, precariously, over the edge and then let the blooms fall to a place far below,
As you did for Lorraine, where she died on a ledge with the child you would never see grow?
Will you utter the words, So long hidden and kept, of a love that could never admit to its name,
If I, too, take that last, irreversible step; will you mourn me and miss me the same?
(C) Copyright 2004
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Post by Lou Briccant on Feb 14, 2007 22:56:36 GMT
Very moving Monica,does it have a personal meaning or would you rather not say.
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Post by Yvette Medina on Feb 26, 2007 20:47:01 GMT
It's just a poem, yanno?
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