Memories of the past can come alive
Forever here, locked within one’s mind.
Hope’s long buried shall never truly die.
Look within, they shall always thrive.
Yet there they are, dull of dismal surprise
For in truth, they are nothing but a beautiful Lie
Beautiful Lie
About Me
A Simple man who dreams of being an Author one day. A lover of poems and stories of all types. A dreamer and a tale weaver in my spare time. What little I have as a father of three. Come sit by the fire, and let me spin my tales, let me speak my rhymes, and show you, a quite good time.
RedRavenPoems 
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