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Saving Grace

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Author: Sharona Reeves

Sharona ReevesOctober 10, 2018

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Saving Grace

written by: Sharona Reeves

Infatuation of the mind
Lost in your eyes
Amazed with what I find
A deep thought
A vision of a different kind
Love's caress
Our souls intertwined
The perfect imperfection
My missing piece
Our fresh start
Life's new lease
Take my hand
Together we walk
Together we grow
Then, now and forever
A new revelation
An old familiar face
A new inspiration
Each other's saving grace

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Sharona Reeves is a free verse lyrical writer who began writing poems and short stories as a child. She was born in Tampa, raised in Memphis. Sharona has explored performing arts, studied creative writing, journalism, psychology and is an aspiring novelist.

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