A Crown of Glory

The jittering expectations silently descend From those moments we’d like to forget Of past holidays with which we…

In your final breath I hear the words, “I love you” Pass over your blue lips Alone into…

In the End, we will remember not the words of our enemies, but the silence of our friends. …

We tiptoe quietly around afraid to wake the beast. He lies quietly sleeping, dozing fitfully his power unreleased….

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