Where Seasons Bend

beyond the curve where seasons bend I take your hand and walk the mend the fields shine gold and clouds pretend to rain... then lift away within this dream a loosened seam inside this heart we never part for here we mend where seasons bend and together drift away

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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