By it dosent matter
Date: 4 December 2000
flight of dove's
sigh's floating from the night
wings of doves in thousands flight
whirling slow in this cool of eve
last time around before their sleep
fingers of red slow sculpt this sky
calming the mind, easing the eye
so my heart opens these dreams of you
from the first you came within my view
this is a bubble i would maintain
these memories of you that remain
i will keep here in this special place
open when i need a smother pace
ease my mind from troubled sleep
help me find a moments peace
in you i find my serenity
for you are my eternity
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