The PathA Poem by KittyLoneliness is just a thing Of the past when Riches such as you are Ever present in my life; my days No longer seem as empty when Zephyr blows the sadness away. Journeys seem shorter, Our paths no longer seem so dark Or so endlessly lonely. Sighs of angels fill This once cold heart Ending all pain and misery. Copyright©JosieWentzel03February2009
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