Tiptoe through the fields
Gently now
Tread not on the lilies
But on the weeds that tarnish our souls.
Blow out the candle that is torture
Snuff the flame that is death
Redeem the beauty of life
Not wallow in what could have been.
DU LIEST GERADE
Poetry.....Beginning To End
PoesieThis is a collection of all my poems in the order that they were written. Hope you enjoy them. WARNING...may contain some song lyrics.
