Jarmara Black Biography

She dances in the autumn sun light
her flaxen hair all a glow
her eyes wide and innocent
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Each year that passes and each age that goes
Leaves its’ mark upon the mind.
Joy and pain, laughter and tears, love and loss
All leaves there ghosts and footprints
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It is all I can do,
To me to be true.
I am myself, Self is me.
I am not, What I am not and all that I am
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I’m standing still whilst time flies past,
Waiting, waiting always waiting,
I’m waiting for my moment,
but wondering if it’s flown right past!
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I look at her and she looks back at me
she stretches out her hand and by finger tips we touch
my failings she perceives
she reaches deep down into my soul
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