Mother Nature deprived me of my voice, but compensated by giving me poetry.
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To find a voice, the booklet said, that must be something writers need. I thought in truth my voice was dead. So should I study and take heed? So might I find one here instead? I think a miracle I need, To find a voice the booklet said. Soaring freedom, with all speed. Can it come back, once it has sped, my shackled voice, its spirit freed. To find a voice, the booklet said, words with feeling, I sadly need. I prayed as carefully I read, those pages with all anxious speed. To find a voice, the booklet said, I thought in truth my voice was dead. |
I知 here, look at my face. Oh ! why do you ignore me, I知 writing in your place. my words are truly free. For gods sake, please listen, I am your opposite face, I sparkle and I glisten I知 writing in your place. Could envy be the case, why your eyes are closed to me. I知 here, look at my face, I知 here for all to see. I waste my time in fighting, I知 here, look at my face. It痴 my hand that does the writing. I知 talking in your place. |