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Footsteps in the Leaves
There's footsteps in the fallen leaves That whisper through the trees, But no one walks the path I see When shadows start to creep. The...
Alan Simpson
Aug 12
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Moccasin Bend
I grew up running through the woods, Where the old oak trees still stand. Swimming in the creek below, And drinking from the spring. The...
Alan Simpson
Aug 12
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Unintentional Loner
Out on the back roads, beneath the Kansas sky, Eric's driving solo, where the Flint Hills lie. With a mind full of stories that the quiet...
Alan Simpson
Jul 30
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Caring is a Circle
I used to think that caring meant giving it all away, Stretching myself thin, fading day by day. But wisdom whispered a truth: To nurture...
Alan Simpson
Jul 16
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Echoes of Compassion
Morning light filtered through the blinds, Above the keyboard's silent keys. The cursor blinked, still waiting; On screen, the canvas...
Alan Simpson
Jul 16
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Horse Thief Canyon
There's a place where the past whispers on the wind, Where shadows hold secrets of what might have been. Listen close as I tell you a...
Alan Simpson
Jul 14
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Silent Lament
In a world that's changed overnight, We stand divided, yet so near in sight. A window between us, cold and clear, Your tiny hand pressed...
Alan Simpson
Jul 14
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Two Oaks
My grandfather’s moods flashed like lightning. His pride never let him back down. He met life with unending resolve, Showing me courage...
Alan Simpson
Apr 21
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Mountain Witch
Deep in the hollows where the fog hangs low, In a cabin of pine where wild roses grow, Lives the one they call the Witch of Black...
Alan Simpson
Apr 17
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Every Storm Cloud in Your Mind
Your coffee cup still sits where you left it— Half-empty on the kitchen table. I thought you were just having a bad day When you said you...
Alan Simpson
Apr 17
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Forgotten in Faith
He was just a grandfather, taking Abby home. Listening to tales of childhood dreams, The windshield shattered without warning. The first...
Alan Simpson
Apr 16
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What is Life
Your alarm clock rings, another Monday dawn. The coffee's brewed, already running late, The traffic's backed up for miles ahead. Is this...
Alan Simpson
Apr 9
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One Stone at a Time
People gather around their common dreams, When every stranger brings a gift to share. But welcome withers when tested by time, As...
Alan Simpson
Apr 8
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