Denise Naugle Poems

Some folk of spirituality One day all meet together to hold on and settle the fate of a certain life Without site is thine without faith said the sprit with a look that's most wise
The angel soars close to the skies in a way that is quite impressive
Yet the world is depriving her and I think her actions have grown so bold that some felt the need to stop her
I have heard it said the spirit said with a sigh that this young life died at the glance of her eye
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The thing about the past is that it's over with every passing second
You wake up to anew as each day ends
As you wake up you get to live a life from the past that keeps happening right in front of you
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