Each Wrinkle A Trophy Poem by Chuy Amante
Each Wrinkle A Trophy
I spend all my time in the Light,
the Sun of god,
is fair to say.
Sharing, moving, dancing I play
a life lived REAL, genuine, no fraud,
only building, nothing to slay, always now,
day by day...
I left all fight back in the night,
from darkness and sadness I did take flight
All innergy now put toward good
hoping to see you friend, dance and share food!
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