“Poetry is all that is worth remembering in life.”
— William Hazlitt
The Return
The days shadows grew long
The perfect dream was evermore
My tears fell like the softest rain
Returning a soul from its hellish war
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The Lighthouse
The banks had been battered by the oceans waves, day after day, for years longer than I remember. I lived here, so the rage of the water crashing against the boulders lying
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Searching - A Friend of Mine
Walking quietly, crying silently, my mind blank as the unstoppable pain burns from the inside...
The cold air mingles, while my body trembles, my breath releases and does a dance in front of my eyes
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