Spirits of the Lost World
I am awakened by a dream That slowly comes into view From gray shadows to crystal clarity Of both sight and sound Distant fire crackles The smell of burning wood stretches These miles of open wilderness The rolling water of the river Behind me I stand in thanks to the spirits That have shown me the way And the bounty I will share A great storm erupts on the distant horizon Sweeping across the plains Relentless Destructive Thunder rolls and lightning strikes The swirling winds gather us up And take us away The cries Echo in my head Then fade to black
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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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