She eternally sleeps, Forever seventeen, In the ground Beneath Poseyville. Just a face in the crowd

And when their day is done, They shall capture the splendor Of the setting sun. Such hues of peach and periwinkle Are distinctly heightened by

Escape from the past, To set your self free. She wonders when that time Will ever come to her. Escape from the past,

...She gazed out her window there’… Drifts on the stair. With her nos… Time as a child, oh how she though… Christmas comes to her mind, full… The house is all deckled with tins…

On a brisk autumn day, Atop a great hill; The voice was born, To warm off a chill. ’Tis a voice of reason,

Why is it always the simple man wh… When the program calls for dying? A simple man who rarely gets confu… Enjoys a drink with friends, the s… The sound of seas, the smell of a…

Life is a song, That has lyrics that don’t make se… It ends abruptly with no warning. Death is a subject, Easily touched upon, but it never…

Close your eyes and listen, To the music in your head. It sings of all your hopes and dre… The things you fear or dread. It sings of all the happiness,

An old gray headed grandma sat alo… She looked out her window with a h… She said, “I guess no one cares o… When suddenly there came a soft kn… She got up slowly and limped acros…

“S” is 4 the “special” person that… “I” is 4 the love she “idolizes” f… “S” is 4 the “smile” on your face “T” is 4 the “tears” in your face “E” is 4 their first names in your…

The thin little girl had very curl… She had been alone all day which w… Other young ladies had sisters and… But her mother had died leaving ju… Her tired arms rested on the old p…

Nightmares are mere troubles... Washed up each time You take a dip In the river of your old tears. Fears are mere thoughts...

They stand together—those three, Like the birch, clumped outside he… Joined by a common root. Different; yet the same Bent by winds of time and

You are the life blood of her livi… The breath she breathes each day. The sunshine of her sorrows. The rainbow of her cloudy days. Her darling there is none like you…

Transcending Categories of race Evidence, time unexplained; In the purified essence of The space of truth