Carole Davis Biography

Rain falling from the darkened sky
Sadness when I ponder why
The hospital was so cold and blue,
My little one how I tried to save you.
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I can see my reflection in a dark pool
Caressing my soul so much the fool
I loose my image in the shades of the water
Concealing my thoughts until later
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The trek up the mountain was steep,
The wind blew fiercely against my face.
I had to keep looking up at the peak
Lost in a trance my goal to embrace.
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The warmth of the sun first caresses my face.
Quietly and without reserve I can feel its embrace.
I can hear the birds greeting each other in the trees
I can sense subtle yet intense buzzing of the bees.
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