Myrtle TaylorWashington, District Of Columbia, USA |
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ChildrenShadows trace in emptiness,Searching for their tides of hope, Passing near the hands ot time, In the stairway of our love. |
Sister's PleaThere's so much ahead,In the years for you, Don't stop learning, Keep on striving, Build your dreams, For tomorrow, Brother of mine, I believe in you. |
Restless LoveThe house is still,I'm alone, I long for you, My restless love, With tender lips, I'll cool your thirst, My clinging arms, Will comfort you, A burning touch, Will be our own, Bringing forth a love to grow. |