Tate Morgan Writing

Lucy Hamilton whose light shone across an entire ocean, to brighten the moonlit sky upon my endless nights.

I stopped to see my father today.

He practiced disdain for mankind. Never giving himself to another. Closed away his heart and mind.

The desperate cries of anguish From a heart that knows no joy Feeds long upon its own regret Tossing the soul as if a toy

It isn't how fast you can run.

My very first poem Written at the age of 47

Her face is like the rising sun.

Proverbs 11:29 , "He that troubleth his own house shall inherit the wind".

The wind plays loves refrain.

What need have I for coins of Gold

Compartment 114
Compartment 114

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