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Anguish
Rain washed trees
The soft spring breeze
How I long to seize
This floating moment that frees... more »
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Cry Of The Unborn
Tiny dot - I have thought of you alot
Before time began I have held you in my hand
Your voice, your smile, I have awaited for awhile
Precious soul of my own making... more »
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Never To See His Face Again
Shattered shards of my life lying in cluttered confusion
Ominous storm clouds obscuring the sun
Brown eyes smiling as he grabbed his lunch bag on the run
Joined by friends, off to school for learning and fun... more »