Poems from JonMedina95

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I love the power of language, and am a firm believer in its power and of the one who made it.
Fear Not the Creeping Dark
The creeping dark is there Waiting for me to slip The creeping dark is there Helping my feet to trip The creeping dark is there Freezing my...
TIme
One thinks its well will never hit bottom Floating down its meandering river Until one sees the far-reaching autumn Then suffers that first...