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A Poem by Amanda Naomi

I am from the wildest imagination
From a selfless child with nothing to hide
I’m from a broken family filled with love
And too, from a family broken with  lack of love
I am from the tip of a pen
From which the flowing world was written
I am from the starving children of Africa
--The orphans in Romania
--The ones without a hope for a better life
That is where I’m from,
And too, that is where I’m going

© 2008 Amanda Naomi


Compartment 114
Compartment 114
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I love the deeper sentiment in this. The disciple asks the teacher, "What is the end like?" To which the teacher replies, "If you do not know the beginning, how should you know the end?"

I especially love the line "I am from the tip of a pen
From which the flowing world was written."
It brought a sincere smile to my face....

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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I love the deeper sentiment in this. The disciple asks the teacher, "What is the end like?" To which the teacher replies, "If you do not know the beginning, how should you know the end?"

I especially love the line "I am from the tip of a pen
From which the flowing world was written."
It brought a sincere smile to my face....

Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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I am from the wildest imagination From a selfless child with nothing to hide Im from a broken family filled with love And too, from a family broken with lack of love I am from the tip of a pen F.. more..

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A Poem by Amanda Naomi