Poems by Dagmar Wilson

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  • As the moon rises from behind the mountains
    it sheds some light to where I am...

  • People were gunned down
    bullets flying through a church...

  • Cinnamon spice, apple pie
    this candle throws a magical scent...

  • We are living a life based on society thinking,
    since when speaking your mind is considered a...

  • And the rain is falling.
    I watch you going inside this house...

  • As I have traveled through life
    telling the difference was quite an experience...

  • When you and I first met they had me on bed rest...
    I remember the room being cold with nothing to...

  • This is the season
    giving thanks and sharing gifts...

  • How can I fly with a broken wing?.
    After so many times there was never no proper...

  • Being the rebel I once was
    my desire to fly across that water...

  • When using red on my canvas
    why would you asume I'm angry...

  • It is so easy to get lost in a jungle.
    Fallen trees, debris amongst many other weeds will...