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Lost Voice

I simply can not write today
It is beyond my choice
It seems this fragile flowing pen
Has somehow lost its voice

Yes I could write of sadness
For today I have had plenty
Yet as I pull this paper close
The page still sits there empty

Yes I could write of laughter
The joy you bring to me
Yet nothing, nothing anywhere
As far as the eye can see

Yes I could write of anger
Such a simplistic task to do
Still even that seems to have gone
Far from these inks of blue

I know my heart is beating
I checked my pulse to be sure
Until my voice is found again
I will accept what I must endure

~THE FLOWING PEN~
6-27-04






 
 
 
  
 

  
   
 
            
 
 





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