Sunshine
There is sunshine on your pillow.To keep your body warm.There is sunshine on your pillow.A new child is born.There is sunshine on your pillow.Look what you and GOD have done.The sunshine on your pillow.Is my newborn SON.
Sunshine
liberalartist9 commented on Sunshine
01-26-2009
bforibus commented on Sunshine
01-21-2009
Poetry is what gets lost in translation.
Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.
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