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| *It's different, but I thought of JC when I wrote this, so it's a JC Poem Got a suggestion for the name? Send them here. He stood there. He stared at the mountains that took his breath away. The anceint beauty perserved for his eyes. They began to talk, of wonderful tales. Lovers that would love with them. Friends that would laugh with them. And in this moment of strange pleasure, he only thought of one person. She being the person he loved with and laughed with. She being gone from his world forever. He looked beyond the mountains, to the fields that outline it. Gentle rolling fields that caressed the earth in a love like none other. A love similar to the one they shared. But that was long ago. A tear wet the soil below him. But she was there, standing behind him. Staring at his back, love overwhelming her. If she could only touch. Know he's really there. But when she reaced, he dissapeared. Torn with sadness and hopelessness, she stared up at the sky. She felt like she was looking directly into his eyes. Those eyes she loved. Just before she left this place, she whispered,"I'll find you, my love." |
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