awake at the wake of dawn
ultraviolet rays
i watch as the hills spawn
a bright circle of light
blinding at the right timing
im bound to the sound
of earth's hills igniting
a smaller hand held
unfamiliar to my touch
her hand is so smooth
it makes my hand seem rough
as i turn to see her face
the illumination of her grace
a smile to calm a child
that can never be erased
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- My name is Thomas Todd and I love to read. A former professor of mine taught me that if you want to write, you have to read. I am a firm believer in that. I was born in southern California and raised in northern California. In the beginning of 2012, I moved back to southern California to live closer to my brothers whom I love dearly. I have friends up north I miss and love as well and I write to share my life with not only those I care about, but anyone who cares to read as well. Blessings
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