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An Empty Christmas The halls are empty now Still and dark Decorated with faint echoes of voices past Shadows play upon the walls ..

Lovers separated by death...

Poem for contest based upon a photo.

I Miss You… I miss the nights of sleeping with the windows open… Listening to the sound of crickets singing, The ..

Examining the thoughts that enter our minds and remain.

Where Angels Sing The Angels whisper, I hear them within Come out little girl, From the place that you’ve been… You d..

I close my eyes and I can see A little girl Ragged clothes, bare feet, Standing alone, under the stars Head tilted back, arms outstret..