A Voice in the Wilderness

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September 14, 2006, 5:54 am
Filed under: Poems

i wish i knew
how to woo you
i wish i knew
how i turned blue

i dont know why
how i used to lie
dreaming on my bed
and get satisfied

with dreams
i held my head up high
and now it seems
that i would look down and cry

i used to chase
an unending race
when its just Your face
that would dictate this pace

i wish i knew
how the wind blew
i dont know why
i just start to cry

although youre unseen
i could only picture and dream
my head upon your breath
thats where i would lean

with dreams
i try to seek you
and now youre near
i can hold you like youre here

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hi marco, nice poem there and oh, nice blog too. I like ur header layout. cool.
God bless u.

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