Far of at borders; what a soldier feels looking at his wallet..
Years of patience held by a traveler with that portrait of home in senses..
Even those staring at office clock
so that it ticks to the hour when you get back..
They all speak the same...
I too have that old feeling
yet again so new
and oh' my dear
on your birthday
I'm missing you
Maybe to wish a greet
but sure to say that I love you
Friday, April 29, 2011
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