Birds on a wire

here the watchers gather and talk amongst themselves of things they have witnessed for even in this age of awareness those that believe, those that know are destined to gather here the night sky the farm house long vacant the coincidences only they see have them walking a path of light few can fathom like birds on a wire they await the inevitable storm

Deckard

I began writing poetry when I was a teenager and it truly saved me from a destructive path. 'Time Heals' will be on my grave stone'. I have 3 incredible kids who are the greatest gifts that God has given me. If I have advice to give to aspiring...

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