Sinner inside myself is what I see.
Self-reflection, mirror in the water, provoking me.
Seeing, Seeing, these demons taking over me.
Salvation, I cry out, oh creator, stay close to me!
Sunset, purple, pink, and clear skies of blue.
Seeing the horizon, I watch this couple on their canoe.
Starring in the distance, I feel the wind on my face.
Space between me and you; these memories I erase.
Solitude - I'm in my devastation.
Sun goes down - I need restoration.
Skies so clear - I can hear the bird's tune.
Stars now - I see you above beside the moon.
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Irene Mielke
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I am Irene. I am an aspiring blogger and writer looking to influence the next generation towards their dreams. I want the rest to know that age is just a #, and you're never too old to begin a new dream from scratch.
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Descent
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Nice! Very good work!