My PrayersA Poem by Sean AllenMy Prayers I was a son of the Teqoias, my name was Questé. The Spirit heard my prayer and allowed me to return. It had been so long ago and I was scared to go back. Yet as I looked all around The trees were the same But the Grandest of Rivers The plain's roaming herds The people were crazy A tear formed in my eye I returned to the place where And I said another prayer.
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Added on November 3, 2009Last Updated on November 3, 2009 AuthorSean AllenWest Haven, CTAboutI am just a writer! At least I think I am. If I can only convince someone else of that, I will be a happy writer. But until then, I'm just a writer. Check out www.EclipseLogic.com and www.LightO.. more..Writing
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