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Can you feel the afternoon breeze?
I'm watching the falling leaves

I can't help but stare
I'm  wishing you were here
I'm watching the falling leaves
Can you feel the afternoon breeze?

I'm watching the falling leaves
Can you feel the afternoon breeze?
I'm watching the falling leaves
Can you feel the afternoon breeze?

Falling leaves
I'm watching the falling leaves
I'm watching the falling leaves

I can't help but stare
I'm wishing you were here
wishing you were here
wishing you were here

I can't help but stare
I'm watching the falling leaves
Can you feel the afternoon breeze?

Falling leaves
Falling leaves
Falling leaves
Falling leaves

Can you feel the afternoon breeze?
I'm watching the falling leaves
Falling . falling leaves,
  Sep 2018 Darrel Weeks
Bryan Lunsford
With smiles and laughter through the night,
I watch as she begins to get tired,
With the sight of her sleepy eyes,
As seeing what was once a live wire
Become tired right before my eyes,
It's here, in a moment of dire, she surrenders this night,
With her head resting on my chest,
As only a moment passes by, and softly, as she fails to reply,
I kiss her on her forehead,
And say "I love you angel, goodnight"
My little one
Don't
Be
Sad
Those
Tears
We're
From
Your heart
I miss You
I hear the soft whispers in the
Cool night breeze
I feel the warming of the morning sun.
I  see  joy
I see those children
Running free without a care
I know they are happy
And in God's care.
Much pain in my heart flashbacks from the past .
My mum forced me to have not just one but two abortions ..
Mum I want you to know that I forgive you.
But most of all I forgive myself .
From the years I cried in pain ..
I now let it go in Jesus name
Darrel Weeks Aug 2017
When your sad I am sad
Feel bad I feel bad
When you smile I smile
Fly away I fly as well
When you dream I dream
Weep I weep in waves
When you think I think
Pause I pause in time
When you touch I touch
Within love I love
When you call the Devil
I
The only one to hurt my love is me
Darrel Weeks Aug 2017
Thin is the veil of the serpent
It's silent thunder gathers the storm
Dreams as it laughs
At its darkest day
Shakes in its expression
Kicks in the door and pushes shame into love
Crystal clear is the smoke
That hangs like a thin veil
There seems to be a mystery that holds us all together
I just hope I never find out why
Darrel Weeks Aug 2017
The good pushes its way to the outside
To stand on the shoulder of where once hidden
And cries in its sails
As it flies away into the eternal light

If good is willing it will find its home
But in its belief it has no place
It will never though return to the hidden
Just hang over the thought of the feeling
At this moment I feel I stand by my own side in wonder
Darrel Weeks Aug 2017
The little hand that pressed its love
It's trust
It's belief
Into the safest of all
Is slipping away to adulthood
For our son
What a wonderful journey our lives can be
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