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The Writer |
| Written by Nichelle Naluz | |
| Sunday, 04 May 2008 | |
she loved and lost,
she laughed and cried,
learned too much about love, though a plant that withered and dried, by pen and paper, she manages to survive.
there she kneels,
the paper wet in tears; inscribed thoughts were blotted, the words written only she could read.
she asked in a faltering voice,
"why the skill of beautiful words, not a heart of stone have you given me, my Lord?" "so i would not love, so i would not hurt, so i would not feel, and would not write at all." Copyright 2008 Nichelle |
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