Lyretry

My Post (13) (3)

Fact from fiction
Upon truth we listen
These lives unwilling
Their purpose I am stealing

In my mind they wait
Pushing me to create
Happiness and death
Lives without breath

Will any of them survive
Pray I will try
To lift them above
Give meaning in love

As with life I begin
They start where I end
All of this in time
Their understanding to find

The first line is down
Risen and found
To who shall she speak
What will she seek

About G.Edward Smith

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