The Most Beautiful Person I SeeYour beauty is a giftA gift to all who seeThose with sight are so privilegedTo see upon theeFor those not so privilegedI would tell them what I seeAnd that's the most beautiful person in or upon the land, the air, the seaI think of you to fall asleepSo my dreams are filled with gleeBut when I do... More..
A Journey of VoicesThere's a voice that calls for meYet ever so distantly in the chapters of oldIt's so hard to hear when it's not nearIt is happy with joyGolden not cold with despairI reach out to grasp it but it seems it's not thereThere is another voice that drowns out this oneIt sits and screams over my shoulderScreams an... More..
Justin Wyrick
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