Strolling Through Tides

Blues Song

Time don’t wait for me.
Time don’t wait for you.
I just want to walk down these streets.
Traveling in these sunny blues.
Underneath umbrellas of grey.
Flooding tears float my hope.
Open up a world of pain.
Fuels our love, keeps shining through.

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Bringing real feelings along with messages of inspiration and imagination to life. Awakening is the symptom of my infectious condition. Poetry is my condition.

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Greg Prince

Greg Prince

Bringing real feelings along with messages of inspiration and imagination to life. Awakening is the symptom of my infectious condition. Poetry is my condition.