glimpses

the past rolls in as waves crash along this dusk faded beach as far as these eyes can see into the vastness images though pale and fragmented come back in glimpses i have gazed upon these waves before under a virgin sky and i will rest here again to collect my precious visions when the Sun cries tears that scorch the moon and boil the oceans

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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