Preacher I don't think you should let that go to voicemailA Poem by kewayne wadleyTheir eyes closed as they saw the place they wanted to be, She gives the sweetest smile that could be gave, But cant hear a word that he says, Realise, things happen for a reason, A simple fact that refuses to go ignored, Whatever happens he states, Don't let go of my hand, Help me find serenity in you, Don't let your thoughts corrupt you of my intention, She stared off into the blemish of the clouds, Highlights of the views yet reached, As heaven alone became the only purpose they sought, Patiently waiting for god to open the next door
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StatsAuthorkewayne wadleymemphis, TNAboutFree verse poet, free forming, constantly experimenting, love the passion & depth writing has to offer with each and every word strung with emotion. Also love reading. more..Writing
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