discrete.A Poem by Toni NicoleDaunting arrival of a scar for tomorrow, I stetch out my arms for some, pale sympathy to borrow the paced soles of shoes call terrified to my feet, 'if any path lead somewhere, where are our roads to meet?' Time spanned across the endless days of trials and decay, a glimpse of glimmering sunlight, the only ally for a day. I pull myself closer to an end, as my hand reaches this price. i've yet to calm my mind with naivity you see, the naivity however lives within yourself in so vibrant a grey. © 2008 Toni NicoleAuthor's Note
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Added on May 18, 2008 AuthorToni NicoleWest Valley City, UTAboutI walked into grade school knowing how to read and write before the majority of other children. With each passing grade, I was handed small awards for my pieces. As I grew, so did my awards. In enteri.. more..Writing
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