Beauty
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From The Brink
I’ve been long gone,in depth’s deep song,and I proved it all wrongwhile deceived for so long. Pour me another thought,I think I’m on the brinkand I need to rise to sinkthese blues I sing in ink. Under thunder rise,do the ripples’ riptideshave broken my stride,and I need you at my side. As a friend again,a Continue reading
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A Friend Tonight
Suppose a rose were to strike a pose?Would it want itself looking its best for thosewho are charmed by its beauty I supposebut delicate in the fields they grow. We are all strands of grass in a fieldthat supplies beauty and is realfor those who want morning dew on feet feeldoes a rose not but Continue reading
About Me
Shadows of my old self.
RMC 