Debra Cranford Poems

I am the song of the voice inside you
set to the rhythm of the wind
a hint of a breeze that blows around you
right then.....catch your breath, hold it in
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All the many made-up reasons
for all the things I've done
dont seem as important now
as they did when I was young
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I am tempered by the fires of life's lessons
Some learned at my mothers knee
Other lessons I had to live thru
Part of me wishes I was still naive
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