| Froilan's Poems | |||
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Early in the morning, As I walked along the shoreline, Meditating your wondrous love, That give me reason to live.
Torment is not mine, Just to look appealing well, Behind the vista, I'm a broken glass.
I smiled blissfully, Though my heart is throbbing, Pretending I am fine, But deep inside I'm fretted.
Though trials had tested me, I coped those things fairly, For I know that I have someone, Ready to heal my heartaches.
Dec. 3, 2005 12:18 p.m. |
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| Awake!
Doing things by your own, it gives |
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