End of Time

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    End of Time
    As we walked along the shoreline.
    The moon glowed bright in the sky.
    The stars were shining.
    I could see them sparkle in your eyes.
    As I reached out to touch your hand.
    You reached out to touch mine.
    I could feel the gentleness.
    As we walked through the sand.
    I knew we would be together.
    Till the end of time.

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    muttman1 commented on End of Time

    12-28-2008

    I really like this poem. Keep writimg its your gift from above to share with the world!
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    Vincent commented on End of Time

    12-08-2008

    Sweet poem, I liked it, but it did not seem like your finished with it yet. Smiles
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