Silence of the Sun

and in the final hour of destiny's call she turned and ran like a scared child yet I watched her golden hair bounce and fall about her face her eyes, her beauty intact as she looked back before turning a corner of pure light that blazed me blind only the negative image remained for a few sweet moments then burned away into eyes that were raining behind the deafening silence of the Sun

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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