I Write
Contributed by
redtempest13
on
Sunday, 19th December 2004 @ 12:21:27 PM in AEST
Topic:
StoryPoetry
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I write on paper,
Pen in hand,
Of things unknown,
And distant land.
The lines are quick,
And stroke is fast,
In present time,
I write the past.
It could be good,
It could be bad,
It could be happy,
It could be sad.
I write all things,
That come to mind,
I sometimes search,
And write the find.
A sentence here,
A paragraph there,
But all things true,
It's done with care.
I speak of things,
You may not hear,
While others do,
And shed a tear.
The good and bad,
The strong and meek,
My words all things,
But NEVER weak.
I'll speak of things,
I've known by sight,
I'll do this stuff,
And all I might.
I'll speak of love,
I'll speak of hate,
I'll speak of parting,
Or wedding date.
I'll speak of anything,
That comes to me,
Out of the blue,
And flying free.
I speak my mind,
It is my right,
And that of course,
Is why I write.
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