Poetry
The Last of Lines
I stand there by the old man that held my hand as I walked down the coast, The old man that never hesitated to put
I stand there by the old man that held my hand as I walked down the coast, The old man that never hesitated to put
If I possessed the largest hands on earth I would cup the sea in each hand and I would take a great gulp. All the
I’ve crossed mountains of lifetimes to find you. I’ve climbed thousand walls Just to be by your side And answer as your lover. Sadly, I’m
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