POETRY SPACE
WHY?
By; Victor Brotte
In the name of god you burnt me To make me as you You would take my life to save my soul when I offer you light to advance yours You call me darkness your Prince not mine I come from the Mother I return to the Light Why call my path crooked When my aim is true
* * * THE SANDS OF TIME By; Speaker Linda J. Polley
The days of The Pharaohs all thought they would last, Are now softly surrounded by the Sands of the Past. Dust they are now, and dust we have been. The memories of Egypt blow in the desert wind.
Patrina W., Speaker Linda J. Polley's Spirit Guide. Drawn By; Betsy Daggett
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