Sand
If my love were a grain of sand
I'll bring back every bit
from there to here
to around the world
I give all my love to you
and with the sand
I'll build a castle
for all of those to see
and make them jealous
of you plus me
Sand
If my love were a grain of sand
I'll bring back every bit
from there to here
to around the world
I give all my love to you
and with the sand
I'll build a castle
for all of those to see
and make them jealous
of you plus me
SilverGirl commented on Sand
08-11-2009
08-11-2009
Poetry is either something that lives like fire inside you or else it is nothing, an empty formalized bore around which pedants can endlessly drone their notes and explanations.
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