delicate dream

I refuse to surrender my delicate dream that arrives with each rising moon words come to play in a new color scheme like a dance, the rhyme writes the tune a connection I trust is somewhere made when I share with the sad and reclusive awake how the Sun is alive when observed from the shade what a difference a thought can make

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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