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By Charlie Wilson

A smorgasbord of delectable poetic delights to stimulate the senses. Released in 2017.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Charlie Wilson
• Release date: May 17, 2017
• ISBN: 9781370967766

Charlie Wilson

Charlie Wilson is an American R&B/soul music legend who has been nominated for seven Grammy Awards, including Best R&B Album for “Uncle Charlie” and Best Male R&B Vocal Performance for “There Goes My Baby.” Sober for nineteen years, Wilson signed with Jive in 2004 after landing his first No. 1 Billboard Urban AC hit in 2000, “Without You.” Recently he has released songs such as “All of My Love,” which features Smokey Robinson, as well as “Forever Valentine.” Wilson averages seventy-five to one hundred shows a year between concert tours, festivals, and private events, while also devoting his time to charity work as a spokesperson for the Prostate Cancer Foundation. He lives in Los Angeles with his wife.

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Traces

By Charlie Wilson

Copyright 2017 Charlie Wilson

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Autumn

Autumn seeds drifting in the sky,

Leaves changing colour,

Falling to the ground.

Leaves sizzling on a bonfire,

Stamping on leaves,

Listen them to crunch

Autumn leaves turning red, yellow or orange.

Autumn is cold and miserable,

Watching your breath in the cold mornings,

Wind howling and screaming around the school

Autumn is conker time,

When they fall from the trees,

With their shells splitting open ready for play.

Written at Primary School

Child

As a child I loved

Falling asleep in the back

Of the car and letting

Your parents carry you

Through the

Door when you got home,

Opening one eye to surmise the

Stairs that disappeared, one by one, in front

Of you, then collapsing on a

Soft surface, swallowing you

Down into a peaceful nest –

Blessed in the arms of sleep that

Wrap you like your mother’s warmth,

Your father’s restful hand placed

On top of your head, as you

Disappear in dreams where

Infinite possibilities drift through

In vague imagery and

Half-baked memory

Younger

When I