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Her Soul

it's not the sun that rises each morning it's my mind setting into the light; it's not the sun that sets each evening it's her soul rising onto the night.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2016




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Date: 8/27/2016 9:17:00 PM
Nice job !
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A.O. Taner
Date: 8/27/2016 10:17:00 PM
Thank you.
Date: 8/27/2016 12:52:00 PM
Very nice indeed, A.O.Taner...Very nice indeed! My best regards. :) john P.s. I felt like I was reading Siegfried Sassoon or Wilfred Owen. :)
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Date: 8/27/2016 1:01:00 PM
Thanks :)