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About This Author
 Writing poetry allows me to exercise my imagination and share it with others. I strive to write for the benefit of the reader using carnival fun mirror images of my life's experiences.
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Her eyes, no longer shine, like precious stones, No golden tones, to show her soul. Her hands, and fingers are, cold to the touch, Her pain is such, it hurts to reach. But her heart, is light as air, Like birds that fly, searching the sky, driven by love. |
