Where are my words?
Should my poems be taken from me?
They are my heart, my face, my name.
I say I write poems,
but they are but words;
ink and paper and rarely rhyme.
Words of love and power,
joy and sadness,
words of courage and war,
of wisdom and of life-
but mostly of love,
and so mostly of sadness it seems.
Apr 11, 2012
Apr 11, 2012 at 5:27 PM UTC
Where are my words?
Should my poems be taken from me?
They are my heart, my face, my name.
I say I write poems,
but they are but words;
ink and paper and rarely rhyme.
Words of love and power,
joy and sadness,
words of courage and war,
of wisdom and of life-
but mostly of love,
and so mostly of sadness it seems.
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