No Title '65

Poem By Wilkins Driver

i was born im told in the year after a war i cant see
my mom and dad seemed scared for me
but they've passed away with tugs of felting time
i miss them both but my sorrow isnt too heavy
for i believe that light is born from death so ill try to shine

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