the wave
I'm older now the background on the canvas that is my life is being filled in a light blue broad strokes I love to watch the ocean the wave moves constant through bitter storm and silent calm until it ends upon the shore for me to witness Ah...the great mystery what all of mankind desperately ultimately and unknowingly seek the contented soul
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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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