of my decline
a whispered cry a strained goodbye vision from a crooked eye once pure as Sunset on mountains high no longer seeks the moonlit sky a love now bleached in wistful sighs and unsure whys the foggy mist of my decline
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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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