Soft Tears Upon My Pillow
In tattered pictures lie solitude
Where broken fragments have no sound
Could I dance in dreams of yesterday
And believe your presence abound
Awake through the long night, soft tears upon my pillow...
Copyright © Rick Parise | Year Posted 2011
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