Photos Of Heavy Women To Draw Free Your Comments On This Poem (No. 8)?

Your Comments On This Poem (No. 8)? - photos of heavy women to draw free

Gone

Buried in the pages of a book
A hundred years or more, has the appearance of
Old photos are gone, long time ago.
Bleaching, strange clothes and lift heavy furniture
Since we never homesick for the life of us.
An office in disarray, fed lamp, a vase with dried flowers.

But these things that attract my attention.
Here are two live, what is death.

A man and a woman sitting
Together on a couch, they fit the hand
Perfect in it. Her smile showed mild
What she said, and motioned for us to know:
In love forever. But to love the time, my friend, forever,
Betrayed at the end
He took her voice, the smile, yes. This alone
It remains to be flesh and blood to give.

You ask me, so that they continue
Hand in hand, as on this day.

No, it only recommended.
Photos old fool, suggesting that it is still there
Anyone who has been missing for many years.

For him, that his
Now, with things that were.

Tear into pieces flutter to the ground.
There is more.