Poetic Just Us

The secrets of a snowflake catch our eye as it glisten past a reflected shard of moonlight the wind off a butterfly wing catch our ear as it glides towards its destination exhilerating coolness as the Sun rises pushing night air to earth lasting sound and image feel my child taking his first breath these are the gifts given us alongside the torment we must endure we the poets seekers of life at emotions pinnacle surveyors of every energy joyous or sad in the fray we are watching you

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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