Don't worry about dying,
my little one
It's just like flying
beyond the sun.
A land of love
for my little one,
And God above
to guide everyone.
Now you're gone
my little one
To the land beyond
where love is spun.
Monday, June 16, 2008
YOUNG DEATH
Posted by Moonshadow at 3:32 PM 5 musings
Labels: Charcoal pencil, Poetry, sketch, Young Death
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