My Deceit
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Darkened wind of my shadowy night
Rush to my side
So that I may hide
These words of my deceit
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Tell the years to hearken their pace
Uncover the shadows of my face
And bury this case
In the very place of my deceit
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And hold it there
So that no one may find
The place of my life
Where my deceit forever sleeps
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Put it in a corner and the years will bury it behind their smiles. For whatever problems a person may have, if they lay it aside and calm down, they’ll begin to be alright. You can set the problem away, and as the years pass the problem will have dusted over and faded from memory. Sometimes the dust makes the problem fade away until it is completely gone, and other times the dust is brushed away and brought back into the light.
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Alisha Wilkins ✒️🦋🖋️
I've been writing my whole life. Writing about realms to escape in, forbidden characters to fall in love with, and using writing as my muse and refuge. Recently, I've delved into the mind...mine and others. Happy Reading. Wishing you well.
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This seems to be a poem on how to see our issues and problems and how drastic or worthless those are and were. Good job.