michele kostelnik - Lost Childhood

michele kostelnik - Lost Childhood

It was a small New England town. br Tiny streets summer homes, and soft br sounds of waves whispered to me. br From my bed room window I could br see ships pass with grace and charm. br A wild wind blew through my life that summer. br Dad died. br He was my own and now gone forever. br The caves of my young heart cried. br Shady reality set in. br Yesterday was over. br A harp played sad tunes as I met a br watchman at the gate.


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Uploaded: 2014-06-13

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