murmurs

there are murmurs, echoes, slightly blurred visions of words that wait on the edge of shadows on the edge of thought to be picked like a single rose hidden in a field of corn light sneaks in through the blinds the murmurs are fading as consciousness enters my kingdom for a pen

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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