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Cold Nights

Posted on July 30, 2017 by William Wayne Smith

Cold nights in Chicago begin with a sunny day. Nome cold nights follow a blizzard. A cold Andean night begins with the whistling wind. Cold nights–never the same. Each place has its own magic. W. Wayne B. Poetry book: Eyes … Continue reading →

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My Voice

Posted on September 13, 2012 by William Wayne Smith

I have found my voice again today. The words I speak seem like magic. I see their waves spread around me. In the whispers of the breeze, my inner light flickers like a torch. If I am silent, my spirit … Continue reading →

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