Garden Of The DeepA Poem by Neal SWith a poets awkward grin I pull your words within The here And the now I brush the hair from your brow In the wounded shadows we dance Our walls Our weapons Crumble with a glance Love-sick children Abandoned sleep Our souls become one In the garden of the deep
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Added on December 21, 2016Last Updated on December 21, 2016 AuthorNeal SMSAboutHello everyone. My name is Neal Sanford and i'm a chef from Tupelo Mississippi. I've been writing for what seems like my entire life but just of late been keeping a record of them. My main focus is po.. more..Writing
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