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Bookcases

Posted on November 19, 2013 by William Wayne Smith

My library has filled my mind. The bookcases have many volumes. Every book is on a common theme. Their words are varied. They cover many subjects, but they share a pure message. At first, I didn’t notice. Their color and … Continue reading →

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Peace Anymore

Posted on December 22, 2012 by William Wayne Smith

I am not alone anymore. I watched the burdens grow. I have shared my secret self. I live in a house of stone. The walls are cold at night. However, my lights shine brightly. I’m walking on a new path. … Continue reading →

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Signs of My Love

Posted on August 10, 2011 by William Wayne Smith

Signs of my love will not be hidden. It is strange to me that it would be avoided. Love is like a light shining day and night. Why would one forsake that beauty? Hope is very familiar to me. Renewal … Continue reading →

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