at the break of day- the sounds of the night,slowly return to their places out of sight- the caw of a crow in the trees-stirs life amidst the sweet morning breeze. the bird swoops and …
Author: In All Our Years
Practicing love and kindness for all.
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Out of Sight
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When a Father Becomes a Man
it is now these years later i see, how much he really must have meant to me.
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Hope is Still
I stare and cannot see-
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This Little Guy
i never knew what life could be-
In All Our Years ™ 