Tears would always fill my eyes
- it is the blueprints of me,
the art of my inner beauty
that stains the autumn leaves.
In darkening dreams that makes
my heart forever bleeds like ink.
-Judy Emery © 1980 The Queen Of Darken Dreams Poetic Lilly Emery
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MEMORIES
PoetryMemories are things that come to me in happiness or sadness of sorrows, so I made poetry. Old memories you will always be a very big part of me.
