if only

'it is not the language of painters but the language of nature one should listen to' to reach the perfectly articulated thought in search of the lost chord it disappears like foggy mist in the wake of a rising Sun the foggy mist of my decline what a dream I had if only I could show you (a few borrowed lines)

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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