Oblivion ballad

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The Autumn wind blows
Fall leaves flow
Crunch dry asphalt
Friend or foe

Days pass
Pages flip
Time flies
Broken ties

Daylight wind chaff
Deception so daft
Flying against the breeze
Near the still pond
It will appease

Fearing for my sanity
Rumours abound
What do they think
That I am not sound

Smoke burns to ashes
Sands through the hourglass fall away
Life’s hopes lying down to die
Last breath, a hint of contented gray

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Cheree Scott

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The Arts have always inspired me. I began exploring the art of writing poetry at 9 years old. It became one of my passions because it allowed me to express myself and respond to my inner promptings in a positive way. I found that as with any art form there are no right or wrong ways of creating. This is the beauty of art...there are no limitations. The only requirement is that the poet be courageous enough to release his inhibitions and follow his heart and imagination. Along my path in life, I have discovered that writing poetry is , at its most, a truly liberating experience that not only reveals the nature surrounding us, but in reflecting the inner life of mankind.
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The beauty of nature, the passing seasons….amazing writing there!



Oblivion long poem

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Book Profile: Oblivion Written over several years, oblivion traces the journey of author’s first love, as it moves from longing to being to loneliness. Each poem is complete in itself, capturing a singular aspect of love, a petal in its