Turn this way, then that.
Always forward, never go back
That way leads to darkness, back to pitch black.
Nothing left there do you lack.
Always stride forward with eyes on the prize
For you are a Phoenix
From the ashes, you’ll rise.
Turning heads as you soar high with pride .
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.
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