Poetry Poem by Christopher Fladd
Poetry
Poetry, Music, Dance and Rants
These are the scrapbooks of my life
For no sight, no image, recalls, in my mind
The thought, the feelings, the spirit of the time,
Like a soft small expression in a single line.
I Pray to remember my whole life.
Just who I am and why that it’s I;
Through the sounds of day
And acts of night.
So my soul is always bleeding
Out of my pen, in what I write.
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4/19/2024 9:46:52 PM # 1.0.0.1119
A nice write! Thanks for sharing. Pl. go through my 'Poetry- my first love' in the PH.