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The sooner we accept that we are really not in control the sooner we are able to be…
Standing outside heaven’s curtain Restless in sight of heavens grasp In the basement of the dark of night…
The sooner we accept that we are really not in control the sooner we are able to be…
The following poem was written and recited to me by my 9 1/2 year-old daughter for Father’s Day,…
Flowing crimson red, the night carries her tenderly, across the dark abyss. Through the centuries, legends are made…
Saturday night thoughts, #poetry style!