Love has been spoken,
Love has been faked.
The tree grows,
Mother Earth cradling it in her loving arms.
It lives on,
the love flowing, forever transferring this feeling.
The coupel sleeps under its loveing arms,
the warmth of love circling ,
forever loving.
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Austeys Poems.
PoetryThis is my poem book, Full of poems I create in my spair time. You may find that many of my poems have a dull, dark beat to them. Enjoy my poems~
