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Will You Remember Me?
This little poem, if you want to call it that, in question form was written and posted back…
Shadows Where we often hide Shadows Where our fears reside Shadows Where the dark lives inside Light…
Fire… ashes to ashes and dust to dust. Passion… is so much more than luck. Love… flames and…
for themselves they have seen my strength watched me rise from darkness into light a silent royal flight…
This little poem, if you want to call it that, in question form was written and posted back…
What season of life are you in?