Golden Apples

Golden Apples

A Poem by M.A. Carr

Press on

is the forward to my distress

for he would hope

I'd make a stand

to the end of his own plan

tonight I dwell

under the shadow of your wings

and pray again when shortage

does complain

© 2014 M.A. Carr


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M.A. Carr
M.A. Carr

Caldwell, OH



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I'm a 29 year-old aspiring writer. I attended school for communication arts and I plan on taking more courses online for my B.A. I would describe myself as reserved, eclectic, open-minded, and down .. more..

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