Last LoveA Poem by Spencer Barker
Your tears fall,
A river surges forth. I stand back, A tree weeps its firth. Cascading engines roar past, Not a sound could really be heard. Our love will last, And sang a lovely bird.
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Added on January 14, 2024 Last Updated on January 14, 2024 |

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