PLAYING WITH POETRY

Tuesday, 11 March 2014

A smile danced with such passion in his voice
through the phone, down the line and across the miles to her heart.
He said he'd call tomorrow, but tomorrow never came. 
Yesterday she loved him, today she yearns for him
And tomorrow she will smile and remember, as he dances with such passion in her heart.

Posted by Nina dales at 18:16
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