A little old lady
Walking up the hill
Evey morning at eight
Before she takes her pill
She used to look up
But now she looks down
The only thing she sees
Is the path on the ground
Climbed many times before
Up to this old church
Where she was wedded
With a photo under the birch
She knows the route
Will never forget
To fail to visit
She would regret
Amongst the slanted stones
Awaits her dear old love
One day to take her with him
Up to the world above.
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23, Vegetarian, (insanely busy) Vet student pondering about love, life and dragons.
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@Irrational_Kimmi @sleepydragon @merlin1038 - thank you so much for your comments, appreciate it 💚💚💚
@naaviie :D maybe I will! They're cool I'm going to have to save up (Because I'm always spending something on nothing :D)
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