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The Hermit I had to come here, to this place where time stands still. As the sun rises, life is given to this old hill. The colors of fall unve..

The Ghost Of White Mountain She walks the same road and lives the same night. Unable to let go she turns her back on the light. She was meant t..

Thank You Sometimes, when walking in the rain or stopping to look at a sunset I'll think of you and just smile. I'll remember how life..

Teardrops And Angels Her mama lives in heaven. She's in a better place. Teardrops and angels, is all that she knows. She holds a piece of rib..

Take The Time For so many years, growing up was painful for me I always felt alone My father never had time for me, even if he did We never tal..

Starlight An army of stars shining through the night Like old soldiers of wisdom adorned by their light Forever standing guard and willing to tel..

A poem I wrote for a contest. Every line had to begin with the same letter.

Right Here Beside You Staring at the shadows in the distance I see painfully familiar faces From behind the cold gray stones the morning fog revea..

My Vow To You There is nothing more magical than walking hand in hand with you among the trees Silently bathing in the soft cradle of moonlight I ..

Morning Walk The world is asleep as I quietly escape from reality. A single click from the latch behind me and I am free. As the silence of the n..