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December Dream

Things my heart, used to know,

Is now a dream of december.

Everything seems not so long ago,

Why aren’t they last forever.


Looking into your tender eyes,

Dreaming about the furture,

My face was bright with smiles.

But now, everything disappear.


Street lights are glittering,

Wind of night is cold.

One lonely heart is shivering,

Missing the days of old.


In: English Poem Posted By: Date: Jun 28, 2009
Comment #1

Missing the days of old
Past of Life can’t hold
everlasting in our thought.

commentinfo By: John Moe Eain at Jun 20, 2010

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