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The sound of new life
A song, a scream, a sign of
Existence endured
About the Creator
D. J. Reddall
I write because my time is limited and my imagination is not.

The sound of new life
A song, a scream, a sign of
Existence endured
I write because my time is limited and my imagination is not.
Comments (5)
Mama!!!!
Highly condensed genius!
Who knows, it might be a cry for help for existing, lol. Loved your poem!
Lovely!
oh sir, your brevity here is a masterclass!