EffortA Poem by Radad Ibn NasirTo me, I surrender. To you, I'm pretender. And in between my tears, I can't mend her. To me, there's a will. To you, all is still. And before I jump these gaps, you've had your fill. To me, it is you Whose effort is few. And after I leave, may you have your cue. © 2011 Radad Ibn Nasir |
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Added on April 21, 2011 Last Updated on December 25, 2011 AuthorRadad Ibn NasirYoungstown, OHAboutA voice without a canvas is just an echo heard throughout time. Sometimes children ask me to play, so I play. The elderly beckon with wisdom and I syphon. I think I was born an expression... I hav.. more..Writing
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