Desert Sky

Fleeting signs of a body lay dried by time and desert Sun chosen sanctum here he'd stay rest his heart end his run crisp clear nights spark cleansing dreams spirits walk the cooling land evil fears what Heaven deems a haven in the sand hope had sent this bitter soul to seek content in death beneath the nightly desert sky a smile precedes his final breath

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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