Lost YouthA Poem by Rainee WhitingLost Youth Aging hands caress the painting, now faded from years of sun. Tears fall upon pigments once vibrant. Into black and amber the colors run. Rainee
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Added on September 16, 2016 Last Updated on September 16, 2016 AuthorRainee WhitingLas Vegas, NVAboutBrilliant foliage extends from the branches of my family tree, an over grown topiary containing a hundred known and gifted writers. The sap that fills the limb in which my name is carved contains the .. more..Writing
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