In my youth my life was filled with song and music. These days a book, a melody and a warm place to land will have to suffice. My view never changes, I look out the same window at the same trees...... It has been said that life is measured in chapters, some longer than others.
A poem is nothing more than a page from someones journal, maybe no more than a whisper of a forgotten verse. For me, a reminder, or a fear of a feeling I may never know again.
H.R. Davis
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H. Ray Davis (
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May those pages never stop being written.
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