Often I sing
As do the birds
Who chirp and shout
A cacophony of beauty
And orchestral tune
One can barely mimic
And yet I sing still
Alone
Amidst the darkness
The echoes of the past
Resurging like a crescendo
And the chorus rings
The past meets present
And as it booms
It dost create echoes still
As one continues to sing
Each clever tune
Another memory
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A collection of poems
PoetryWith the title being relatively self explanatory, what follows within said selection of poems includes the peaks and valleys of my mind throughout the years. I use poetry to its fullest potential in order to help keep my emotional self at bay throug...
