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Molly was a little girl
Her heart as big as the world
she carried life on her shoulders
and helped her friends
climb over boulders.
But when molly reached 17
she began to see
My mind is a land
Where poetry is created and hidden from view
Stories written and shared with a select few
My mind is a place where you'll get lost
With no map to guide you
What's in a day What makes it goWhy does time passI want it to go slowOne more day with youOr an hour or twoJust to sit byAnd talk with youI miss our early breakfasts
Sonnet to See
Truth write: is it in the lumen of light,
In the atom or molecule inside,
In the blazing comets soaring at night,
Or by faith apart from our weary eyes?
Forget not the blood I shed,
The crown of thorns placed on my head,
The nails that pierced my feet and hands,
And the prayer of forgiveness for you I said.
Forget not why I had to die
