Some say the morning sunlight
Brings only new beggining
But to me the glowing skyline
Only gets my head to spinning
And to them it means sunkissed skin
And stormy skies of rolling thunder
But to me it means the shadows
Are all waking from their slumber
And to me the rising sun
Brings only hours of hazy still
And shadows tugging at my sleeve
To bend me to their will
And to me this new horizon
Will bring me only greif
And whispers of what could have been
To make my rest more breif
For the shadows only die at night
So that is when I play
But the shadows reincarnate
Come with dawn of every day
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Scars: Vol I
PuisiThis collection of poetry is a raw and emotionally gripping tale told through a loose narrative style and imbued with Allred's passion and personality. It retains a beautiful and haunting style of composition in which we are given an unfettered look...
