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She is Gone

Posted on January 18, 2015 by William Wayne Smith

I remember my shallow expressions of hope from the last days of her life. Each word she spoke, each mood she shared, I didn’t expect while I was waiting. In the past, we grew apart. Time did not heal the … Continue reading →

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The Butterfly

Posted on April 16, 2012 by William Wayne Smith

I believe I know how to be a servant. Although I do not hear your voice with my ears, my heart hears a soft whisper today. I was solid, a rock of granite. As I felt my will, I fell … Continue reading →

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