VoiceA Poem by PawprintsPoetry is a strange thing, isn’t it? Because it doesn’t come from anything. Not really. Sure, we can say That the words we make Are expressions of the soul Or that it’s all Just a bunch of gibberish But I think That it’s us, Clambering and choking out things That, in some order, Make sense I do not know if I am a poet Though I hope I am. For poets are the ones That sing with words And what a great honor it would be For someone to hear my voice © 2014 Pawprints |
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1 Review Added on July 11, 2014 Last Updated on July 11, 2014 AuthorPawprintsAboutThere's not really much to know about me besides the fact that I love to read and write. more..Writing
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