Sunsets At 35 Almseda Place
Who was I to know,that summer on my roof, inhaling plants of unknown roots.
These things would take me on a journey many do not wish too see.
Escape was always the plan,crutches carrying me for life.they say
however my spirit always prays.For as long as I will too open my eyes,to see
the sunsets on many plains,they're still is life and hope inside of me.
The concrete oasis in the asphalt,shows a dandelion of sunray,so I do stay
my sunsets on Almseda St. never sways.
Copyright © Rebecca Davis | Year Posted 2006
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