Writers Oath
I tear away the pages of story not yet told
I Conger tales not yet created by my mind nor others bold
I write of dreams undreamt tonight
And it is not yet gone you see
It and I
We hide beneath the weeping willow tree
Beneath the star-lit heavens
And pray
Let it not be interrupted when read aloud
The lips of angels so rarely lye agape
Heaven watches over those who bite theirs tongues
Who bide their time
Who wait
Let it not be recreated
Or diminished
Or defied in anyway
By those simple and most curious of minds
For theirs are just as small as words can be at times
I should love the silent songs we sing and never question otherwise

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augustwidow
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My life is just a bit of words
Do I get this from watching birds?
In this sentance
Far away
I'll come again another day
While the snow falls down on me
I'll rest in peace and harmony

Jenniffer Jude Slachtovsky - 10 Yrs. old
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