my Sun

we are children of the Sun the moon is on fire the ice caps run into the sea across the planes her wrath unyielding she removes the stains when all her children are washed away and life crawls from the mire she'll watch over with a mother's care and a ruling hand of fire

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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