Writings Archive

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first breath first words first walk you were there day i read day i wrote day i drew you were there day i cried day i smiled you

final passage

across the water on a lonely spot with the sky for company water for a friend he watches from this vantage point day after day week after week

Freedom

Freedom …. To Speak …. To Act …. To Change …. Re-Arrange Freedom …. To Speak …. Yet I Cannot To Act …. Yet I Dare Not To

Seasons of Love

Spring The first rush of love, like flowers that bloom Seeing your lover can never be to soon Everything’s growing, nothing stands still All thoughts are happiness, nothing

Slow Dance

got this from a place i visit. posted by a good friend Have you ever watched kids On a merry-go-round? Or listened to the rain Slapping on the

Lighting your way

If I was one thing, I’d be a candle Lighting the way so you can handle Your life easier without woes Not having to fight with your foes.