The mind of a poet for Saturday, April 4, 2009

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Saturday, April 4, 2009

Fresh Air

A new day has come Washing away the sins of the past The drama that was brought about And the things that were never meant to last I hear the birds chirp The smell of spring time Further letting me know That no matter what happens I will be just fine I lift my son in the air And spin him around He... Sign in to see full entry.

Running

I’m out of breath Gasping for air But still running Blisters on my feet My shoes are talking But I’m still running Moving at the speed of light But taking in little things Still running Feels like I’m going Through the hall of my past Still running I see the dead and gone Grand ma sitting on the bed... Sign in to see full entry.

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