Let MeA Poem by Annabelle Lee
Let not the widows weep under shrouds
Let not the rain pour from the clouds Let not one wrist drip its blood, thick and sweet Let not the world drip down around me Let not the artist be more tortured than must Let not the actor be one to mistrust Let not the writer cease to speak his own Let not the children run out of their home Let not the insignificant matters of today Stop you from paving your own way Let not a person keep you from being free I want to write So let me
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Added on May 5, 2013Last Updated on May 5, 2013 AuthorAnnabelle LeeMiddle of NowhereAboutHello everyone I am Annabelle Lee. I am FINALLY, after June 12, the ripe old age of fifteen. I'm a poet. I want to write novels, as well, but those do not belong on this site in hopes that someday .. more..Writing
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