Without a care or worry in mind,
I begin to write one more time,
Not knowing where this poem might go,
What must be said to make it flow,
Shall I write of a flawless dove,
Or of times long past of long lost loves,
To put on paper all my hearts content,
Knowing only at the end what was truelly meant,
Shall I write about the lives we lead,
Or again about a true lovers need ,
There are many a thing that I could write ,
Of many a dream and wonderous sight,
But why not let your own dreams out,
For that is what this poem is about.
L.R. SwearingenIII
This poem is very special to me because every time that I read it I know that things will work out in the end no matter what it might look like right now.
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